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defectivevillain · 6 months ago

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born into blood

pairing: Ghostface/Reader (can be platonic or romantic)

reader's race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used.

summary: Christina Carpenter wasn’t the only woman to have an affair with Billy Loomis… Your mother did too. You’re Billy’s child, just like Sam Carpenter. But you saw what happened to Sam—so you keep silent. Your father’s real identity is a secret you will take to your grave. At least, that’s what you think. Then, one day, Ghostface comes calling…

word count: 2.2k | ao3 version

warnings: canon-typical violence, character death; attempted murder, strangulation, blood, hallucinations; scream (2022) spoilers.

notes: I wrote Ghostface with he/him pronouns, but he remains nameless—so feel free to imagine whichever killer you want.

thank you @palefaceswhore for the beta! 🖤 any remaining mistakes are mine.

You don’t usually answer phone calls from unidentified numbers. But you had a job interview a few days ago, and you still haven’t gotten a response from the company, so you accept the call and bring your phone up to your ear with hope brewing in your chest. You thought you did a decent job in the interview, and you hope the recruiters thought the same.

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of breath on the other line. Dread begins to prickle across your skin. Your tongue feels stuck to the roof of your mouth. Just as you summon the courage to speak, the other person speaks. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A shiver runs down your spine at the familiar voice. You immediately hang up and slam your phone face-down on the table. With quick breaths, you pick up your phone and shakily open your phone app again, blocking the contact. It’s not the first time you’ve gotten a prank call mimicking Ghostface, unfortunately—since the Stab movies first came out, unruly teenagers have started doing it rather frequently. But your particular situation is a bit different than that of the average person. After all, Billy Loomis is your father.

For the longest time, you had no idea. But once you turned sixteen, your mother sat you down and told you the truth: she had an affair during her marriage, and that affair resulted in your birth. Safe to say, you were sick to your stomach. That revelation only proved to be much worse, however, when she revealed exactly who she slept with: Billy Loomis, one of the original Ghostface killers. A murderer.

It took you a long time for you to begin trusting your mother again. And a small part of you knows that you’ll never look at her the same again—both because of what she did and because of the years she spent keeping it a secret from you. When you finally moved out from her house, you were mostly relieved. Leaving that house meant leaving it all behind. You didn’t have to meet your mother’s eyes and see a killer’s malice reflected in them any longer.

Time passed and you slowly moved on. Ultimately, you decided that it would be ridiculously dangerous for you to tell anyone. You’ve kept that promise to yourself since your mother first confessed the identity of your father to you. You can only hope the secret dies a swift death, never seeing the light of day. After all, Billy Loomis is dead. You can take comfort in that… right?

Then you hear about Sam Carpenter, and everything comes rushing back. The world had slowly moved on from Billy Loomis, as the Ghostface mask was passed from killer to killer. But once Sam Carpenter was unwittingly thrust into the public eye, you saw your quiet life slowly crumbling before you. You didn’t need to know Sam personally to know how she must’ve been treated for her parentage. The public villainized her—even with incontrovertible proof that she wasn’t the killer. Ghostface is everywhere now. You can’t avoid him, no matter how hard you try. All you can do… is hope that no one else discovers the identity of your father—otherwise you’ll be pursued with vengeance, just as Sam and her friends were.

A ringing sound draws you from your thoughts. You frown and walk through your living room, attempting to discern the source of the noise. Once you walk into the kitchen, you realize that it’s your landline—the one that was supposedly disconnected. You’ve never given out that number to anyone. Hell, the phone hasn’t been used in years. It rings again and you flinch, before shaking your head in disbelief. You should just ignore the call, obviously. But that’s against the rules, a voice in your head whispers. In the movies, if you don’t answer, he’ll just come out and stab you in the back. At least this way, maybe he’ll give you a chance at life. You know this isn’t a Stab movie… but your hand moves of its own accord, grabbing the phone and bringing it to your ear.

“That wasn’t very nice.” That warped, deepened voice sends chills down your spine. “Don’t try that again.”

You’re starting to think that maybe, just maybe, it isn’t a prank call. And on the small chance that this is really happening—that Ghostface himself is calling you—hanging up would be a death sentence. You swallow hard and remain on the line, despite everything in your head screaming at you to hang up and run away as fast as you can. You try to take slow, measured breaths as you look around the room for signs of his presence. You don’t see anything.

“Good,” Ghostface says patronizingly. You try to take a deep breath. It isn’t your father. But that doesn’t quite matter—that deepened, warped voice still reminds you of him. “Now, let’s try that again. What’s your favorite scary movie?”

You rack your brain and try to think of something to say. “… Saw .” You eventually respond. Admittedly, it’s hard to focus on the conversation. All you can think about is the high probability that Ghostface is outside of your home—or, hell, even in it—already.

“Really?” Ghostface hums interestedly. “Not Stab ?”

“No,” you respond, your heart jumping in your throat. The mere mention of the movie franchise is enough to make you nervous, as you remember your father. Something stews in your chest and your fingers tighten around the phone as you hold it to your ear.

“Why not?” Ghostface asks innocently. His voice is mocking. “It’s about your father, after all.”

You’re silent, entirely frozen as a victorious cackle sounds through your phone.

“Oh, you thought no one knew?” He continues. “Billy Loomis was a player, and that’s no secret.”

“What do you want from me?” You choke out. You’ve spent more than twenty years outrunning your father’s reputation—doing everything in your power to ensure that no one ever knew your connection to him. And now it’s all slipping away from you. All your hard work is slipping down the drain, falling through your fingers like granules of sand.

As if sensing your unease and distress, Ghostface’s voice has a triumphant lilt to it. “What I want…” He breaks off, “is for you to give in. ” You stare ahead in shocked silence. The taste of bile settles on your tongue. “It’s time for you to carry on your father’s legacy.”

The call abruptly ends. Immediately, you whip around and brace yourself against the kitchen counter, dread churning in your chest. You’ve seen the Stab movies—once Ghostface hangs up, he reveals himself to his victim. You grit your teeth and frantically search your drawers for a knife. When your hand closes around the knife, you turn around to find Ghostface standing right in front of you. The knife in his hand glitters at you mockingly.

“Come on,” he says, his voice still distorted and deep. You squint at him, surprised that you don’t see him holding a voice changer in his hand. There must be something fixed to the inside of his mask. Unfortunately, you’re not given the luxury to muse on that thought, as he steps even closer and forces you to back up against the counter, before standing still. You can sense his eyes boring into you through the mask. “I’ll give you a free shot. It’s your birthright.” Ghostface reaches out with his free hand, taking your hand in his and tilting your knife up until it points at his shoulder.

You swallow hard, your heart thundering in your chest as you try to grasp the reality of the situation you find yourself in. You’re standing before a killer and he’s willingly giving you a chance to weaken him. Despite knowing that you should take the shot he’s giving you, all it takes is a flicker of your father’s visage in your mind’s eye for you to shake your head stubbornly. Making the first move is far more difficult in reality than you expect it to be. Besides, while he’s certainly antagonized you, Ghostface hasn’t actually harmed you yet. Stabbing him without being provoked isn’t something you can get yourself to do, no matter how hard you try to tell yourself that you need this advantage he’s giving you.

Silence stretches on, settling in the air between you. Ghostface is standing far too close for you to be comfortable, and his grip on your arm is extremely tight. Eventually, he exhales. “I gave you a chance,” the killer shrugs. Despite that statement, he’s still grasping your hand. “Now, I’m afraid your cameo has come to an end… The killer’s child becomes the victim. It’s poetic justice!”

You don’t get a chance to pick apart that statement before Ghostface is lodging his knife into your left side and pulling it back out forcefully. You scream, quickly pressing a hand to the wound in a rather futile attempt to stop the bleeding. As you fall to your knees, you return the blow and sink your knife into his thigh. He hisses and falls to the side, giving you time to sweep his feet out from under him and clumsily get to your feet. Through your pain-hazed vision, you manage to navigate through your kitchen and into the living room. Remembering your phone in your pocket, you take it out and attempt to call emergency services, only for Ghostface to slam into you and tackle you to the floor. You try to throw him off, but he looms over you and tries to stab you again. You manage to roll to the side, letting out an uncomfortable hiss as the movement sends pain flaring up your side. His knife lodges into the floor beneath you with a solid thunk.

“That’s it,” he spits, grabbing your shirt collar. “Bastard.” The insult is punctuated by a harsh thud, which you realize moments later to be the sound of your head hitting the ground. Your vision is spiraling and blurring as his hands move to your throat. You immediately try to push him off.

Suddenly a bright light flashes before your eyes, and your father is staring down at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes fall to something near your side and you follow his gaze, remembering the knife that is still lodged into the ground. In his enraged fervor, the killer hasn’t seemed to notice it. It’s nearly right in front of him—you’ll have to be very quick to grab it. Your vision is practically pulsing at this point, but even through the blurriness, you can see Billy Loomis’ twisted grin.

Ghostface brutally tightens his grip on your throat and rips the air from your lungs. You’re writhing and thrashing against him, but his hold is strong and unflinching. You don’t have much time, so you make a grab for the knife and manage to free it from the floorboards. It clatters to the ground and suddenly, both you and Ghostface are reaching for the weapon. With a stretch that sends bolts of pain down your forearm, you manage to clasp the knife first—and you don’t hesitate to bury it into Ghostface’s neck. His hands fall from your neck and you frantically inhale, coughing and choking as you push yourself to your knees. Saliva falls from your lips and you wipe at it with your free hand, before focusing your attention on Ghostface once more. He’s sprawled on the ground before you, clasping at his neck in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. But blood is positively oozing out of him, and his form promptly slackens.

You’re still not convinced. Doesn’t the killer always miraculously lurch forward at the last moment, when the victim thinks they’re dead? You decide you’d rather not test that theory, and settle for yanking the knife back out of his neck. The blood loss will kill him, if he isn’t already dead.

After a few more moments staring down at Ghostface and contemplating your next move, you grab at his wrist and feel for a pulse. There’s nothing—a notion further punctuated by the way his arm promptly crashes to the floor when you release it. Your attacker is dead.

The adrenaline that kept you alive begins to fade, leaving you with a bone-deep ache and a stinging sensation in your side. The knife slips from your grasp and falls to the floor with a deafening clatter. Ghostface’s blood is pooling beneath him, and your hands are painted crimson with it. You’re shaking extremely hard, your chest burning from your near suffocation only moments prior. Your equilibrium is all off, and you’re forced to watch from an outsider’s perspective as the world sways and tilts to the side as you fall back down to the ground. Shadows are crawling across the room; when you blink, you see black boots on the ground next to you. Your father crouches down and stares at you, his expression unreadable through your foggy vision. He almost looks to be resisting the urge to reach out to you. A tear crawls down your cheek as you hear sirens in the distance.

“Well done.” Billy Loomis says, his voice reverberating through your ears. He crouches down even more, until he’s sitting next to you. With ghosts for company and pain stitching your body together, your vision quickly fades to black.

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Until The Break Of Dawn Ch. 5 (Josh Washington x Reader)

Summary: You all find out about Josh's prank and the situation escalates. (Female Reader) Warnings: Fighting. Mild violence (Mike slapping Josh). Mild Gun Mentions. Talk about Reader's past. Talk of Josh's mental health and him dissociating. Reader and the Characters not knowing how to really handle his breakdown. Mike being an Ass but apologising later on. Specific warnings will be posted in the notes of each chapter. No Y/N, Petnames (Honey) Author's Note: You can find the previous chapter here. When I say the other characters are overwhelmed with Josh's mental health and his breakdown, I don't mean that they treat him badly when they realise that he's dissociating but they simply don't really know how to properly help him, so Reader just resorts to trying to keep him calm. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49644949/chapters/125304784#workskin

Your day kept going from bad to worse.

Once you had arrived back at the lodge you had gotten separated from Chris and Ashley. A loud noise had prompted the two of them to investigate and the door had fallen shut behind them. Now you were wandering the dark lodge alone, calling out for your friends and trying to find another way to get to them. Despite having been at this lodge a lot throughout the last year it was still hard to find your way around it in the dark.

It was Ashley’s screams that alerted you to the fact that she was in the basement. Quickly, you followed the sound of her screaming, running down the stairs, and doing your best not to trip. But you stopped when Sam and Mike rounded the corner, almost screaming in surprise when they saw you sprinting down the stairs.

“Good to see you’re safe.” Sam said before looking you up and down. “What happened to you?”

“Long story. We need to find Ashley first.”

“It’s coming from behind this door.” Mike exclaimed and tried to open it but the door didn’t budge. “Something is blocking it. Help me push.”

You and Sam quickly joined him, pushing against the door and trying to move whatever was blocking it from the other side. Thankfully, the door soon budged and opened, sending you all tumbling into the room behind it. You nearly fell but Mike caught you by the arm.

The scene on the other side made your blood run cold. Ashley and Chris were strapped to chairs on either side of a table and a gun in his hands. Before you could even ask what had happened or move a muscle to help them, the door on the other side of the room opened and a man in a mask stepped out, his voice menacing as he began mocking you all.

Sam took refuge behind Mike as Ashley started screaming at Chris to do something. He took the gun and aimed at the man, firing two shots at him. But the bullets did nothing, only spurring the man’s mockery as he laughed at Chris for firing blanks at him. Then he took off his mask.

“Josh?”

You didn’t give him time to speak, nor did you give anyone the chance to react because you immediately ran over to him, embracing him tightly and breaking down in tears. Despite what him revealing himself as the killer meant you couldn’t help the relief and joy you felt as you realized he was alive. His arms hesitantly found their way around you as you sobbed brokenly, all the fear and grief you’d felt in the past few hours leaving you in the form of tears.

“I thought you were dead! I was looking for you for hours and-- but you’re alive!”

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Chris’ words snapped you out of your relief and you withdrew from Josh immediately, staring at him in shock and confusion. The realization that he had tricked you into thinking he had disappeared and then died after what had happened to your father made your tears of relief quickly turn into anger.

“I thought you were dead!”

“It was a joke, Honey.” Josh defended himself, giving everyone a wide grin. “Don’t you all think this is fair after what you put Hannah and Beth through?”

“I didn’t do anything to them.” Sam hissed as she approached him. “And neither did your girlfriend or Chris. Even for everyone else’s involvement, this is way out of line.”

Josh shook his head, eyes narrowing at Sam. “You all did worse things to my sisters but they didn’t get to laugh it off. They’re dead!”

“None of us are laughing!” Mike snapped, rearing up at him and getting closer while Sam freed Chris and Ashley. “You put us all through--”

“I trusted you!” You interrupted Mike, glaring at Josh as pain seeped into your voice and you tried your best not to scream at him. “You know what happened to my father, about my guilt, about my grief and you decide the best way to prank me is to make me think my boyfriend disappeared in the woods? You made me think you were dead!”

Josh seemed genuinely taken aback by the terrible sadness in your voice. He took a step forward, gingerly reaching out for you but you ducked away, turning your head to hide your tears and calm down. Sam stared at Josh, desperation in her voice when she started speaking again.

“Josh, this is a cry for help. We can help you, okay? Let me help you!”

“This isn’t a cry for help.” Josh huffed at Sam’s words and shook his head. “You’re just mad that I pranked you. No one got hurt!”

“No one got hurt?” Mike snapped, squaring up at Josh. “You killed Jessica! She fell down into the damn mines because you put her there and now she’s dead!”

“I didn’t touch Jess.” Josh shook his head, taking a step back as Mike approached. “Mike, I swear, I didn’t hurt her. To be fair, I did cut off the power and-- and I put some small practical pranks along the way but-- but I didn’t hurt Jessica.“

“You pulled her out of the cabin, through the fucking window, and dragged her off to the mines. And you’re going to fucking pay for it!”

Before anyone else could react Mike slapped Josh in the face, knocking him out and sending him to the floor. Chris and Sam pulled him back while you got to your knees next to Josh to check on him. You stared at Mike in disbelief while Ashley took a few steps back from everyone, cradling her hands to her chest in fear before looking up at her friends in shock.

“Michael, what the fuck?”

“Mike, Jessica is alive!” You exclaimed, hand cradling Josh’s face as you looked back up at Mike. “And what happened to her was not Josh’s fault!”

“Your opinion is less than objective!” Mike snapped at you, shaking his head at you. “The second you saw him, you fell into his arms! He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her through the fucking window. And before I could even get to the porch, he was gone!”

“What?” Sam frowned at Mike’s words. “How would he have done that? He may have been an asshole and pranked us but he doesn’t have superhuman strength or speed to pull that off.”

“Exactly!” You agreed, nodding vehemently. “She’s alive.”

“Why are you even standing up for him? He tricked you and made you think that he was dead! Or are you so happy that at least one person you went on a nature trip with didn’t fucking die that you forget what he put you through?”

Everyone quieted down at that and you had to take a deep breath to not scream at Michael for what he had said. Instead of doing that you decided to focus on Josh, leaning down to check for any injuries he might have had sustained from the fall to the ground.

“Mike, over the line.” Sam said sternly before looking back at you. “How do you know Jessica’s alive?”

“Because I saw her.” You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you began to recount your experience in the minutes. “While I was looking for Josh I fell into the mines through a hole in the ground. There’s a system of old mine shafts stretching way further through the mountain than we thought. And I was looking for a way out when Jess called out to me. We walked together for some time but then these-- these monsters attacked us and we ran.”

“We saw some of those mine shafts on our way to the guest cabin but they didn’t lead anywhere.” Mike mused before looking at you. “Where is she now?”

“We got separated.” You whispered mournfully. “That creature came after us and while she went left, I lured it down a tunnel to the right. I managed to get out but-- but I don’t what happened to Jess.”

“You left her there?”

You’ve had enough of Mike’s accusations then and jumped up to approach him. “I had no other choice! That thing cut off the way and I ran!”

Sam looked at you with a deep frown. “What kind of creatures were down there?”

“Probably part of Josh’s prank.” Ashely whispered. “Who knows what he had planned for the rest of us.”

Sam shook her head quickly, looking back at Ashley. “No, it wasn’t. No one really knew how far these mine shafts stretched and a lot of access ways were blocked off or caved in. During the search for the twins everyone probably only managed to scratch the surface of how deep these tunnels go.”

“And those things were definitely not part of any prank.” You said fearfully as you remembered the creatures you encountered. “They were real. They looked like corpses, emaciated and horrifying, sharp claws and teeth.”

“A Wendigo?”

“What?” You turned to Sam in surprise. “Like the Native American legend?”

“Yes, like the legend.” Sam explained, looking relieved that one person in the room seemed to recognize what she was talking about. “While I was waiting for the water to warm up in the bath I found a book about mythology and-- and these creatures sound oddly familiar to Wendigos.”

“So there just happened to be a book on mythology lying around for you to find?” Mike scoffed and crossed his arms. “Sounds like part of Josh’s prank to me.”

“No, I left it there last year. Don’t you remember me bringing it with me the last time we were all here together?” You raised an eyebrow at Mike. “I must have forgotten it here and when we were up here searching for the twins I obviously didn’t have the time to go get it.”

“You were probably in on his prank!”

“I was not!” You hissed at him. “There are monsters in the mines, Em and Matt are still out there and Jess is in the mountain with these things! We need to all go and find them whether you believe me or not!”

Ashley shook her head in fear, once more cradling her hands to her chest. “No way we’re going down there.”

“What do we do with Josh?” Chris finally spoke up, looking at his friend. “We can’t just leave him here.”

“We tie him up in the barn.”

“Are you insane, Michael?” You screeched at that suggestion, getting in between your friend and Josh. “No way we’ll tie him up there!”

“You don’t get to decide that. Chris, help me get him.”

Shaking your head, you stood your ground and extended your arms to shield Josh. “I am not letting you tie him up in the barn. That’s way too dangerous with those monsters still out there.”

“There are no monsters out there.”

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The wind howled around you as you followed Chris and Mike down one of the snowy paths to the barn while they dragged Josh along. They managed to get him to the barn and tie him up just in time for him to wake up. Josh seemed confused, almost dazed as he tried to wriggle out of his ties but Mike just pulled them tighter.

“You can’t tie him up in there!” You exclaimed, grabbing Mike’s arm to tear it away from the rope. “Michael, stop!”

“Just fuck off!” Mike snapped and shook you off, nearly sending you stumbling to the floor. “This fucking prank has gotten out of control. And I’m still not a hundred percent sure you weren’t in on it!”

“You’re wasting valuable time here.” You pleaded, shaking your head in desperation. “Mike, I’m telling you the truth! I wasn’t in on it!”

“You ran straight into Josh’s arms as soon as you saw him! Do you honestly think I’ll believe you that you weren’t working with him?”

“Chris, back me up here. You saw how I reacted to Josh’s faked death and you know I wasn’t in on it!”

Chris sighed almost mournfully. “I’m honestly having a hard time figuring out what to think. I mean, Mike lost his fingers and Ashely and I were put through hell. And you went straight for his arms, defended him and now you’re trying to keep us from keeping him in the barn.”

“Because there are monsters in the mines.”

“How do we know the monsters aren’t part of the prank? How do we know you’re not in on it and this isn’t all just the next act?”

“Chris, why are you turning against me now?”

Mike turned to you again, shoving at your shoulder as you once more attempted to get to the ropes. “Because you were standing up for him after everything he’s put us through!”

“Oh, you wanna touch my girlfriend now?” Josh slurred and you all turned to find him glaring at Mike. “The idea of anyone hurting Jessica makes you so mad but now you wanna hurt my girlfriend? You’re a piece of trash, you know that?”

“Josh, stop.” Chris groaned, shaking his head at him. “You’re not making yourself look any better, you know?”

“I don’t know what happened to Jessica! But this asshole won’t fucking believe me!”

You watched as Mike rounded Josh to tie his wrists a little tighter, making sure to not give him any more wriggle room. And Josh was positively losing it at this point, ranting on about not being the one who had hurt Jessica, about how this had all been a prank, about how they should leave you out of this because you really hadn’t known. You were concerned, knowing full well that Josh wasn’t in a good mental state and that tying him up or leaving him alone would only make things worse. Chris was overwhelmed and conflicted about who to trust or stand up for. And though Mike still seemed angry you could see worry seeping into his expression.

“Has either of you ever seen him get like this?” Mike mumbled, looking back at you and Chris. “This incoherent, I mean?”

“Never.” Chris mumbled, rubbing his wrist in an attempt to soothe himself. “He hasn’t been taking his meds; that’s for sure. But I thought he was doing fine.”

“I’ve never seen him get like this, either. He seemed completely fine today and the past few weeks, too.” You mused, watching Josh in worry. “For weeks now, I’ve been spending so much time by his side because the anniversary of his sisters’ disappearance was coming up. But he kept insisting that he was fine and he really seemed like it.”

Chris looked at you before he sighed deeply. “I’ve really failed him.”

“And you betrayed me for Ashely!” Josh threw in with an angry glare. “Do you think she’ll want you after this? She’ll never get with you, Chris! Betraying your childhood friend for some girl and then never even getting some pussy? Maybe she just isn’t into fucking cowards!”

“Shut up.”

“Josh, shut the fuck up.” Mike snapped, weaker now. “Just shut up.”

“You two need to shut up! He’s obviously not in the right state of mind and you are not helping.” You shook your head and approached Josh, putting a hand to his cheek in the hopes of the gesture grounding him like it had done in the past. “Josh, Sweetheart, are you still with us?”

Josh blinked at you but his eyes weren’t focusing on yours anymore, just roaming your face aimlessly. “Have you come to rescue me, Honey? I am a damsel in distress, tied up by these fucking assholes over there and I need you.”

“Joshua, please.” You begged quietly, inching closer to his face. “I know you haven’t been taking your meds and you’re not in a good mental state right now but I know that we can work through this. We need your help. You just have to work with us here.”

He whispered your name in an airy voice before leaning into your touch and closing his eyes. You swallowed and kept your hand steady, whispering calming words at him and assuring him that he was not alone. When he finally looked up again, he seemed a little more focused but he was still not meeting your eyes.

“Good job, Sweetheart. We need your help, Joshua.”

“Will the monsters in the mines come and get me?”

“No, of course not.” You whispered, stroking his cheek comfortingly. “We’re not going to let that happen, okay? But you gotta work with us. I need to know if there are any more traps set up around the mountain.”

“Mike.” Josh slurred, leaning over on his stool to look at the other man in worry. “What happened to you?”

Mike just sighed, seemingly having calmed down. “Why don’t you go back to the lodge, Chris? Let everyone know that we’re fine. I think two of us are enough people to watch Josh.”

“A sleepover? Can-- can we order a pizza?” Josh asked quietly, still not focusing on anyone in particular. “Aren’t we going back to the lodge?”

“Not yet, Josh.” You said softly. “We’ll just stay here for a while. Mike will keep you tied up but I’ll stay with you to make sure you’re fine.”

“What about the monsters and Jess?”

“We’ll figure something out.”

Chris left and you spent the next twenty minutes sitting around with Josh and Mike, trying to get your boyfriend to talk to you. Mike was watching your efforts, sitting down on a nearby stool while you knelt on the floor next to Josh, trying to calm him down and get him to tell you whether or not there were more traps hidden on the mountain. He had known Josh for years but he’d never seen him in such a state and he was glad you were there because even though you’d previously stated that you had never seen him like this either you seemed to know what you were doing. Josh looked scared and panicked but your presence was apparently grounding him at least a little bit.

To Mike, it was no surprise that Josh seemed calmer in your presence because you had been a constant to him during this difficult time. But you weren’t just kind and caring with Josh. You were like that with all your friends, even when you yourself were not doing well and Mike felt terrible for all the things he’d said to you, especially the comment regarding your father. When he called out your name you looked up.

“I’m sorry I went off at you like that.”

“It’s alright.” You mumbled, shaking your head dismissively. “You were scared and worried for Jess. I get that. I mean, I yelled at Chris and Ashley earlier because I thought they were trying to prank me with Josh’s faked death. We’re all just really on edge. It’s fine.”

“And I’m especially sorry for what I said about your father. That was way out of line and I apologize.”

“It’s alright. Let’s just maybe talk about something else.”

Mike eyed you for a few seconds before nodding. “Just so you know, what happened was not your fault. Going through that at such a young age must have been terrible and I can’t even imagine how much Josh disappearing scared you.”

“Josh has always been there for me, you know?” You explained, standing up and placing a hand on Josh’s shoulder. “Have I ever told you how I met him? I mean, we shared almost all of our courses, we did a few projects together and got along as well as two classmates would, but I really met and befriended him after my father’s disappearance.”

“How so?”

“I was at the guidance counselor after I had gotten back to school. And she was a downright asshole, telling me that I should be glad no one had found a body yet and that I needed to focus on school now. I was sobbing and crying when I left -- I was only twelve years old at the time. So when we were done I hid under the stairs to the recess area and cried my eyes out. That’s where Josh found me. He had been on his way to the counselor after pulling a prank with Chris. He spent an hour comforting me, talking to me and just holding my hand. Eventually, the counselor found us and sent us to detention because I hadn’t gone back to class and Josh had never shown up for his appointment with her.”

“That counselor is going to leave people needing another counselor. She sounds like a terrible person.”

“She really was.” You shrugged before giving Mike a small smile. “But the silver lining of having to deal with her is that I got to meet Josh. He invited me home that day after detention and we spent hours watching horror movies. The first movie we watched was SAW and that’s why he chose a promposal themed after that movie when he asked me out in Junior Year.”

“They never did find your father, did they?”

“I mean, he was pronounced dead eventually but we never got to bury him.” You explained quietly. “And lately, my mom and I have just not gotten along as well as we used to. We have been fighting a lot over the last year because I spent so much time helping Josh. She felt neglected and she let it out on me. So, I spent more and more time with Josh, both of us being there for each other. I love him so much. Seeing him this terrified is so painful and while I understand that what he did was horrible, I feel like we shouldn’t keep him tied up here.”

“I’m sorry but I think keeping him like this is for the best.” Mike sighed softly. “But I’m glad you and Josh managed to be there for each other. I know he shut most of us out, so I’m glad that at least a few people could be there for him.”

“He’s been pretty secretive for the past few months, though. I remember one night while I was sleeping over when I woke up to find him gone and after looking for him for twenty minutes I found him in the study. He quickly shoved what he was doing away, telling me not to worry about it, and went back to bed with me.” You looked up at Mike with an apologetic expression. “In hindsight, I should have worried about it.”

Mike shook his head. “I know I accused you of helping him but now I see that it wasn’t your fault.”

“I should have known what was going on. I spent so much time with him. I should have noticed something was off.”

Before Mike could answer you heard Josh call out your name and you looked down to find him watching you, eyes now much more focused. When you asked what was wrong, he seemed much clearer and more comprehensive in his answer.

“Are there actually monsters in the mines?”

“Yes.” You nodded, once more kneeling down next to him and reaching out to stroke his cheek. “But I promise that none of them will get to you.”

“Josh, dude, we’ll watch out for you.” Mike promised. “I mean, I don’t know if I believe your girlfriend about that whole monster story but if there really are monsters, I’ll make sure they don’t get to you.”

“You’ll fight them off?”

“I’ll fight the monsters off, I promise.”

You quickly stood back up at Mike’s gentle and friendly way of talking to Josh, seeing your chance to get everyone back into the safety of the lodge. “Mike, can’t we take him back to the lodge? We can tie him up in there if you guys insist on that but we’d be much safer if we’re all there together.”

Mike thought for a few seconds before he nodded in agreement. “You’re probably right. I mean, we can keep an eye on him at the lodge, too. You wait here with Josh and I’ll ask everyone else, okay? I’ll give you my flashlight and you two wait it out here. Give me ten minutes.”

“Good idea.”

Mike clapped you on the arm once before leaving. You stayed back at the barn, crouching down next to Josh again as you waited for Mike to return. It wasn’t even five minutes later when you heard someone screaming and you quickly recognized that it was Emily, calling out for help and sounding absolutely terrified. Despite your better judgment you promised Josh you’d be right back and ran outside to help her, knowing full well what terrifying things were out there.

You made it halfway down the trail to the lodge when you ran into her. Emily breathed your name in relief and quickly ran up to you, ranting on and on about the creatures in the mines. After calming her down and telling her you believed her, she decided to go back to the lodge but you refused to go with her, explaining to her that Josh was alive and in the barn. Before either of you could make the decision to go get him a screeching noise sounded behind you and she grabbed your hand to pull you after her toward the lodge.

The two of you made it no more than five meters before one of the creatures jumped from the trees, landing on the ground in front of you, screeching and getting ready to attack. You separated, both falling backward into the snow and quickly trying to scramble back to your feet. When you got back up you saw that Emily had taken off in the direction of the lodge, looking back once so she could yell at you to follow her. But before you could do anything the creature cut off your way and in your fear, you sprinted into the forest, away from both the barn and the lodge.

You ran for what felt like hours but was most likely just a few minutes, eventually turning onto a path that led you back toward the barn. It was hard to keep going through your exhaustion, the cold, and your injuries from falling into the mine but you knew Josh needed your help. You only stopped when you collided with someone and upon looking up you saw that you had once more collided with Chris. But he wasn’t alone. Next to him stood a tall man, dressed in thick layers and with a scar adorning his face, a flamethrower strapped to his back.

“Is she with you?” The man asked, turning to Chris. “Where did she come from?”

“She was with my friend at the barn.” Chris explained before looking at you. “What happened? Where is Josh?”

“I heard Emily scream and ran to check on her. One of these creatures cut off our way and I ran away.” You looked at the man next to Chris. “Can you help us save Josh? He’s all alone in that barn!”

The man nodded and began moving again. “Come on. You can come with us and help. But you have to stay close by and be quiet.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, looking over your shoulder to find Chris following you. “Who is that man?”

“Long story.”

“We don’t have the time to explain.” The man said in a gruff voice, fixing Chris with a serious expression. “Keep moving or your friend is as good as dead.”

And as if to cement his claim a terrified screaming erupted from the direction of the barn. It was unmistakenly Josh’s voice and he was calling out to you, screaming your name and pleading for you to come back. You were running in his direction before either the man or Chris could stop you, but they quickly followed.

You just hoped you would be fast enough.

#fanfiction #textpost #writing #until dawn x reader #until dawn imagine #josh until dawn #until dawn josh #until dawn #josh washington x reader #josh washington imagine #josh washington #no y/n #my writing

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nicklesbam · 2 years ago

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Hello, could you possibly do a sam carpenter x fem reader where the reader had a nightmare about sam being the killer and then the reader like wakes up like panicked and shaking and it wakes sam up and sam comforts her? If not then it’s totally fine!!🫶🫶

of course

Y/n was walking down town when she heard her phone ring. She checked to see who it was but the number was anonymous. She debated if she should answer the call but decided to do so in case it was one of her friends

"Hello?" She spoke with a soft voice. She heard breathing on the other side of the line. She almost hung up thinking it was a prank call

"Hello y/n" a deep voice spoke. She started to get nervous

"Do I know you?" She kept her composure tight. She started walking down an alley to get to her shared apartment with her girlfriend and their friends

"Oh you have no idea. How's that girlfriend of yours?" Y/n froze on the spot, her breath caught in her throat

"If this is a prank it's seriously not funny asshole" she tried to speak confidently but her voice started to tremble

"I know its not. I want to see what your insides look like" the deep voice spoke maliciously. Y/n started frantically looking around her

"I'm serious! I'm hanging up" she went to press the button before she heard rumbling behind her. She quickly turned to be met with nothing

"You hang up and I'll gut you like a fish!" The deep voice sounded angry and out of patience. Y/n's breath started to speed up

"What the hell do you want from me?" She spoke in fear

"I told you, I want to see" she started hearing the voice behind her, "What your insides look like!" She turned quickly to be met with a Ghostface mask. Y/n tried to turn away and run but the killer caught her arm before she could

The killer revealed their knife in their hand, ready to stab. Y/n knee'd the person in their stomach and as they lurched over y/n tried to make a break for it. It wasn't too long before the killer caught up to her and knocked her to the ground. Y/n looked into the masks eyes in terror that this might be her last day on earth

The killer grabbed the bottom of their mask and lifted it. Their face was uncovered and it was Sam

"Sam!? Why are you doing this!? Please let me go!" Y/n pleaded with tears in her eyes. Sam smirked down at her girlfriend

"Sorry baby, it's time for you to go" Sam spoke with amusement in her voice. Sam pulled the knife back with both hands and the knife cam hurling forward

Y/n woke up with heavy breathing. She quickly removed the blankets from herself and huddled her feet towards her chest. Y/n started crying from fear, she couldn't think about anything else in that moment

Sam blinked her eyes quickly. She heard y/n's sobs and immediately sat up

"Y/n?" Sam asked still groggy. Y/n flinched when she heard Sam's voice, "honey are you ok?" Sam tried to move her hand to y/n's arm but y/n flinched away and looked up to Sam with fear and guilt in her eyes

"Hey, hey. Baby it's alright, it's ok. You're fine. I got you, you're ok" Sam came closer and rested her hands on each side of y/n's face. Y/n couldn't move. Sam moved to lay behind her and pulled her into her chest while wrapping her arms around her

"You're safe, I promise" Sam spoke while lightly playing with her scalp soothing y/n. Y/n clung to Sam's arm on her stomach. After a minute y/n had calmed down

"Are you ok?" Sam asked softly. Y/n didn't say a thing. Sam became increasingly worried

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam asked. Y/n pondered on whether or not to tell her that she had a dream where the love of her life killed her. Ultimately she decided to or else she wouldn't be able to look at Sam

Y/n softly removed Sam's hands and turned to face her

"I- um had a dream where you were the... k-killer and you went after me" y/n admitted. She could see the hurt and guilt in her eyes. Sam always wanted to protect y/n against the hate Sam got for woodsboro but she couldn't stop it all. Too many people online talk about it for it not to pop up anywhere on your social media

"I would never hurt you y/n. I just want to keep you safe. I'm sorry you got involved in all of this, I never meant for this to happen" Sam apologized. Y/n had a sorrowful look on her face

"It's not your fault Sam. People are just assholes and completely oblivious. You almost died and now you're getting blamed for it. You have nothing to apologize for to me" y/n spoke softly and held Sam's hands. Sam smiled softly at the reader

"As long as you're wiry me I will keep you safe and I would rather it be me than you. I could never lose you y/n" she spoke honestly. Y/n smiled softly. She laid back down on Sam's stomach

"I'm sorry for waking you up" y/n mumbled. Sam huffed a smile

"It's ok, wake me up anytime you need" Sam bent down and placed a kiss on the top of their head

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kining-the-evil · 2 years ago

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PLEASE WRITE SOME YANDERE POSSESSIVE SAM CARPENTER

Yandere Sam Carpenter Headcanons

An: this gif literally makes my brain empty. On my hands and knees for her

Warnings: yandere!sam carpenter, stalking, manipulation, breaking and entering, stealing, slight perv!Sam, murder, soft!yandere vibes, killer!sam. If any of this will upset you, dont read 🤷🏻

Scream Taglist: none. Let me know if you want added

Sam would do anything for you, she basically worships the ground you walk on

She would probably have a hard time actually approaching you at first, so she gets to know you by stalking

It lets her keep an eye on you without having to risk you turning her down

She learns everything about you she can, knowing all of your likes, dislikes, hobbies, favorite foods, where you like to go, etc.

Sam has your schedule memorized, that way if she has other things to do she can find immediately

Has definitely broken into your house to explore a bit

And steal a pair of your underwear

But could you blame her? It was basically begging her to

After getting away with that she would steal other things, not in a malicious way, but just so she has things to remind her of you

You also look so cute when you wander around, confused on where you could have misplaced something!

Of course, her ‘dad’ is in her ear the whole time, telling her to “take what’s hers.”

It would take her getting really jealous or you getting into trouble for her to finally reveal herself

Once Sam is actually around you, she lays the manipulation on heavy. So heavy that she feels guilty over it, scaring her that its so easy.

But the guilt quickly subsides once you are actually hers

While she’s very jealous and protective, killings wouldn’t happen until after Woodsboro

It puts the thought of someone wanting to hurt you into her head, and she couldn’t live with herself if something happened to you.

She plants seeds of fear into hour head. Sam wants you to be terrified to go anywhere with out her, wants you to believe that danger is behind every corner.

If anyone points out how over protective she is you just laugh it off.

“Sams been through so much, she just wants me to be safe.”

She doesn’t actually remember when the first official murder happened

She remembered going out with you that night, and the asshole who kept checking you out. But the next thing she knew she was kneeling over the guys body and a pool of blood. A sharpened knife in her hand.

Sam knows she should be horrified, but she cant bring herself to. She was protecting you, protecting what is hers.

People start disappearing after that. People who were rude to you or got to close to you were found mutilated.

Which just pushed you further into her arms. All these people you knew, what if you were next?

And while Sam would never hurt you, she encouraged those thoughts. If you didn’t trust anyone but her, you would never leave her

#scream fanfic #scream (2022)#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #headcanons #scream headcanons #yandere headcanons #yandere!sam carpenter #request #yandere #yandere!sam carpenter x reader

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lacyscabinet · 1 year ago

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Ghostface Natalie!!!

Angsty, cause I can't think of to much fluff rn:

1. She ends up stabbing R (reader) instead of the victim. And immediately crumbles grabbing onto them and falling to the floor sobbing she removes her mask begging for help from the others but their all to scared of her, as she panics trying to stop the bleeding. I don't like R death but just having Nat panic and feel bad is ❤️

2. Since people like sister Nat from you (with your beautiful writing!) Let me get this out of the way, she's like Sam Carpenter. Older, half sister. Her dad was a killer before her and she just lost it and started killing. But one night at a costume party, she's dragging some asshole of a dude away in the crowd of drunk teens with loud music. And just after she stabs him, right in front of everyone but no one seems to notice, the guy pulls her mask off, she looks up only to see her little sister caught her. (Gonna be an awkward discussion at home ngl 🏃) can also be like non sister, I just know people like her as such.

3. Natalie was staying in your room, she always had to sneak in through the window. She left her lover R, to go with her partner in crime (you pick) to "take care of something" anyway long story short she ends up stumbling and falling through your window on her way back, she was stabbed. Her mask in hand the only person she could think to seek refuge with was her girlfriend/partner/lover, but now you have to face the fact not only is she bleeding on perfectly good carpet, but she's killed people. Your friend's (mostly assholes let's be honest) but you don't want her to die.

Also could I ask for an emoji? To just sign with? I think I'm gonna end up sending a lot of things 😭 (if that's ok!) I love your writing!

A/N: OMG I WANNA WRITE EVERY SINGLE ONE (AND I WILL MAYBE 🤭), but I think I'm gonna start with your first idea!! Actually now that I think about it I might create a little section just for ghostface!au requests. And you can totally have an emoji!!! Just let me know what you picked! <3

Not proofreaddddd

MASTERLIST

Scream

"Natalie!" You happily squealed as soon as you saw your girlfriend walking into the room.

You were at Jackie's house for a sleepover with the whole team and a couple of mutual friends.

Natalie smiled, dropping a heavy backpack on the floor and instantly opening her arms for you "Hi baby" she mumbled while kissing the top of your head. You and the girls planned a fun and quiet night, but what you didn't know was that you currently stood in the arms of the mysterious cold blood murder Ghostface, and you also didn't know that one of Jackie's friends, Matt had a reputation to be a bit of a fuck boy.

And Nat couldn't stand him.

So as soon as everybody arrived at the party, she started targeting him from far away, monitoring his moves.

"Nat! Nat! Stop! Don't tickle me!" You said in between laughs, the two of you were cuddling on the couch "Okay okay I'll stop babe, actually, I forgot to tell you I need to go home earlier" Natalie said with an apologetic look "My mom...I need to check on her" she knew that you were very empathetic of her family situation, and she also knew that if she pulled that card you would let her leave without further questions.

That leads us to this moment, Nat changing outside of the house, from her grungy clothes to black coat and mask in hand along with a sharp knife.

Sneaking back inside, she could hear all of you messing around in the living room, a movie playing combined with soft music.

Nat peeped from the almost closed door, you sat near Lottie and Matt "Pretty" she thought when you smiled at one of Van's jokes "focus nat".

The lights were dimmed and you were distracted, so it was easy for her to sneak in and hide behind the bookshelf.

That's when she decided to attack.

Revealing herself, all the people in the room started screaming and running as far as they could, the adrenaline pumped in Nat's veins, and then she stabbed.

But in the chaos she didn't realize who she stabbed.

At least not until she heard you scream, scream like you never screamed before, it wasn't fear, it was gut wrenching pain.

Your body fell on the floor, blood, lots of blood splashed everywhere and Natalie's eyes widened

"no no no" she mumbled in panic while getting closer causing you to scream more, at that she instantly took off her mask "No no no baby it's me, it's just me I didn't mean to... I...let me help please, please baby..."

At that you could believe your eyes, your beautiful, kind and loving girl was ghostface? Like THE ghostface, a murderer!?

And just like you, everyone in the room was shocked, so when Nat asked, or more like begged them to help her they all just stared at her paralyzed.

You were so weak and the blood wasn't stopping, she cradled you in her arms for a while, until you passed out, and she cried and cried terrified that she just lost you forever.

You woke up in a hospital bed, beeping of machines and the smell of sanitizer lingered in the air, your mind was blurry and the memories of the night scattered in your head, but you did remember one single thing clearly

Natalie was the ghostface.

And you didn't know where she was now, if she was arrested or if she ran away, either way, you stared at the white ceiling, thinking of everything that happened and everything that changed in the moment ghostface pointed her knife at you.

#natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio #nat scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio x #natalie scatorccio x y/n #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #writers on tumblr

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dreamersbcll · 1 year ago

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Prompt idea. You know how Tara said I want you in my life at the end of 6? How about Sam is unsure now in what extent she is "welcomed" in Tara's life, so she keeps her distance for a while. Tara notices and they have a fluffy talk about Sam being absolutely present in Tara's life

“Say Something”

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Tara could feel it in her stomach. It settled at the bottom of her gut. The longer she ignored it, the more it rotted and festered away.

Fear.

Fear didn’t hit Tara like a train, flattening her across the tracks she chose to walk across. It spread through her like a dam that crumbled away, a little at a time, festering deep into her body, consuming her. She could feel it gnawing away at her bones, twisting her organs, making her blood thin.

And did she have a lot of fear. In her twenty-one years of living, she was good at chasing people away. Nobody could stay long enough to discover how much pain and misery she hid away- they left when she handed them a shovel. She couldn’t blame them. She wasn’t something worthy of waiting for.

But finally, after so much carnage and fighting, her big sister was free of Ghostface. Tara was free of Ghostface. They had a chance, amongst the bones of the murdered, to start again. And like a phoenix rises from the ashes of its own grave, they chose to begin again.

And at first, it was awkward. Sam danced around her, refusing to hold or touch Tara without explicit consent. They were in a weird limbo, both too scared to jump in but ready to dissolve into each other. Tara would reach out, and Sam would pull back, her hand just a bit too far away.

It was frustrating, to say the least.

But finally, they were at a point where Sam came home and immediately hugged Tara, holding her to her chest, just like when they were little. Tara’s chin tucked under Sam’s shoulder, Sam’s hands in her hair. Nights where Tara would watch The Babadook alone turned into joint movie nights, popcorn, and hands interlaced together. No longer did Tara have to worry about not having someone to stay; Sam was. Her big sister was repairing the bridges she had burnt in Tara’s chest.

She could almost breathe better.

Yet, the fear in her stomach was being revealed, bit by bit, every single day. First, it was Sam not texting her back after she got an A on her Literature paper, and then it was the hugs dwindling each week. And once Tara noticed that Sam didn’t wake her up with a kiss on the head before her big sister left for work, she knew her gut was right.

However, this time was different. Tara wasn’t a pushover anymore. She wasn’t the girl that let her best friend control her every move- or the one who begged an alcoholic mother to love her. The innocence that used to wrap around Tara was long gone, burnt with the many lit matches that were thrown her way.

This time, she wasn’t going to let Sam leave. Tara had just closed the wounds that bled freely from her back, stitched up with the love and support from her new life. New friends. New family.

Tara wasn’t tiny and stupid anymore.

Sam was staying.

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Truthfully, Sam didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with her mind.

She didn’t know how she kept trying to sabotage the good things that came her way. Deep down, she didn’t know if she believed in anything anymore, but she was willing to try now.

But that same damn guilt weighed her down, wrapped its hand around her throat, and choked her. She knew that Tara was good and their relationship was something she needed, but she couldn’t let go of the guilt that plagued her mind.

Everywhere she looked, there were the bodies of the people she had a hand in killing. Her waking life was a graveyard, and she was constantly waking through it with her head down, avoiding the eyes of the dead. She knows logically that she isn’t the killer, but the blood on her clothes says differently.

A serial killer's daughter. A murderer. Just like her daddy.

Tara was something so good. From her big brown eyes to her careful smile to the way she looked at Sam. Everything about her screamed love, light, and warmth. Her little sister was everything great in the world. Sam couldn’t hold such a perfect thing and not demolish it.

The most frustrating part was that Sam was happy. She enjoyed every aspect of their carefully crafted routines, conversations, and sleep patterns. Sam would fall asleep with Tara in her arms and wake up with her sister clinging onto her chest; nails dug into her skin. She loved how she would do the dishes while Tara cooked dinner. And she especially loved that she could come home and immediately hug Tara, breathing in the scent of righteousness.

But like every good thing in her life, Sam had to crush it. Slowly but surely, when Sam looked into Tara’s eyes, she started to see the stab scars that plagued her sister's body. When Tara touched her hand, all Sam could feel was how Tara held onto her in the hospital and how fearful her baby sister looked. When Tara hugged her, and Sam felt the way she could squeeze all the broken parts of her sister together, did she know that she had to leave.

Maybe not leave, but instead, pull back. Tara would be safer if Sam let go and watched her from afar. Close enough to see into each other’s eyes but never close enough to touch each other. It was better that way. Because then, could Sam breathe, knowing that Tara would be okay if she left again.

Sam thought she was doing an excellent job at being skittish and genuinely doing a good thing by pulling back.

Yet she wasn’t prepared for Tara to corner her in the kitchen.

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Closing and locking the door behind her, Tara could practically taste the burnt smell of bread. She sighed, knowing that Sam was cooking again. Her therapy appointment ran over, and Tara knew Sam would have to wait for dinner. But her big sister was too stubborn for her good and, of course, decided to fend for herself.

In therapy, Tara created a carefully crafted plan of attack. She would be open, honest, and fair with her words, and she would get answers from Sam. Her therapist, Katherine, approved her previously written statement and wished her luck.

Tara was prepared to be open, honest, and fair.

But then she caught a glimpse of Sam leaning against the kitchen counter, scrolling through her phone, lazily munching on a piece of burnt garlic toast. Her sister looked so content and relaxed, something Tara didn’t see while she was around her big sister.

And it infuriated her. It practically set her on fire.

So, with the finesse of every Carpenter woman before her, Tara stormed in.

“You don’t get to fucking leave again! I’m not letting you, not this time! Don’t even fucking try it, Samantha!” she snapped, reaching for the garlic toast and flinging it onto the ground.

Sam’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion, her expression changing quickly into horror as she realized what was happening. Swallowing the lump of satisfaction in her throat, Tara bristled once again. Before her big sister could react, Tara carried on.

Jabbing a finger at Sam’s face, Tara could feel her body tightening in rage, her breathing picking up.

“You don’t get to leave me! Look, I don’t know what I did wrong to make you pull away, but it isn’t worth it to leave. We’ve gotten so far since New York, Sam! You don’t get to throw that away and make me start over; I can’t survive you again, Sam! I can’t fucking survive you!” she practically screamed, her breathing growing wheezy.

Turning around, she placed her hands into her hair, tugging violently. She ignored the white-hot pain that ran through her head and how her chest felt as if it was weighed down by gravity. Tears pricked her eyes, her vision blurry. This wasn’t the conversation that she had planned on having. But this is what was going to happen.

She stopped in the middle of the kitchen, letting a mangled sob escape her lips. She was so fucking stupid to believe that Sam could stay. Who was she fooling? She was still that little girl begging people to look at her, love her, and see her.

“You can just go if you want. It doesn’t matter,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

And she waited, waited for the door to open and close, the air being sucked out of the room, taken by the one person who would ever know the real her. She knew she would have to drop out of school, get a job, and pray not to become unhoused.

But instead, arms snake around her middle, pausing at the way she flinched but pulling her in. Her big sister laid her chin on Tara's head, humming a bit. Blinking, Tara held her breath, trying to decipher whether or not this was a real thing.

“Breathe, baby, breathe. I’ve got you,” her sister whispered, her voice husky with tears unshed.

Tara sobbed a bit, shaking at her big sister’s voice: her strong, powerful big sister, the one holding her now. Hesitantly Tara let her hands wrap around Sam’s, holding on tightly to her big sister.

Sam squeezed her middle, still humming. “I’m sorry that I’ve been pulling away. I’ve been living in my head for a long time, and now I’m just learning how to be alive again. I want your love, and I want to love you. I’m trying to be present and stay for us,”.

A beat passed, the only noises being Tara’s sniffling and the clock tickling.

Clearing her throat, Sam continued her voice hush. “Do you still want me in your life?”

And without missing a beat, Tara pushed Sam’s arms off her and turned around, crashing into her big sister’s middle. She hugged Sam tightly, hoping that if she hugged her tight enough, Tara could mend Sam’s broken insides.

Her big sister was everything to her. She needed Sam to know that.

In true Sam fashion, her sister froze at the sudden contact, her breath lodged in her throat. Any loving gesture was foreign to Sam, as she was used to giving and never taking. But Tara would give Sam the universe if that’s what she wanted.

“I love you. Stay here. Be present. Let me love you and show you how loved you are. Please,” she said, her voice slightly muffled against Sam’s t-shirt.

Sam audibly gasped, her hands shaking. Tara only held on tighter, letting Sam know that being loved was a good thing, a free thing. She didn’t owe Tara anything to be loved.

And eventually, Sam hugged Tara back, holding her body against hers, as if Tara was about to drift off of the face of the earth. Whispers of I love you, and I’m sorry were made against barriers of clothing and hair, their love engulfing the two into a haze.

Sam stayed. Tara loved her. The world carried on spinning, their fear and guilt forgotten.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #my writing tag #feeling insane in a good way #AU: protect my heart

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redwolfstabs · 1 year ago

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My thoughts on the Billy and Sam storyline ‼️

- bare with me, I got a lot to say about this.

• First of all- I will say I absolutely love and hate this storyline- I love it because I love Sam and Billy, I hate it because some parts felt iffy BUT ANYWAYS.

• Starting in the first movie here- hallway scene. We see two girls walk past Billy as Sid runs into him- after one of the girls pass, another passes and says “Hey christy, wait up!” Christina carpenter!! Anyways- he seems a bit distracted, doesn’t he?

You can see him look away for a moment midconvo- NOW I WILL SAY. This could just be his mannerisms, however, for this let’s say it’s not.

• this would mean that He might’ve had a fling with Christina sometime during his relationship with Sid. Not a shocker, really, considering he didn’t really seem to actually love her.

•Skip forward, Billys dead, Sam learns he’s her father, she’s an adult and has a little sister Tara.

• Sam sees hallucinations of Billy often in reflective surfaces, reason being: he’s her father. Once she knows this, and knows what he did, it causes her to distance from her family and woodsboro as she’s not keen on the idea of being like him.

• Billy kinda acts like herrrr.. “Dark Passenger”, so to speak. [if any of you get this reference I’m forever happy.]

• First time we see Ghostly Billy, it’s in the hospital. And Billy mentions that Sam needs to tell Tara why she’s being targeted. So, Sam does this.

• Later, we see Billy in the car with Sam and he’s being a silly stupid menace. He’s basically just like “let’s fucking stab whoever is doing this to you and your sister! Cmon! Stabby stab!”

• Now, you could interpret this as Billy caring about Sam and Tara. OR you could interpret this as Sam thinking that maybe Billy would actually care if he was around. Either way, this scene makes him a Grey character. As he still wants to commit murder through Sam, he’s suggesting this because it’s his kid in danger. It’s a grey character thing.

• Later, at the end of the movie, Sam sees him again. This time, it’s because her boyfriend Richie is about to murder her. Billy nods over to the knife, and when Sam looks at it then back at him, he kinda gives a nod. Which, could be a nod of approval. Which again, shows that maybe Billy could care about his kid.

• Scream 6. Sam reveals that killing Richie was pretty damn easy, because it meant her and Tara would be safe. However, because of this, she becomes the town pariah. They took Billy’s whole plan, and made it sound like her. Meaning they think she committed all the murders and pinned it on Richie. [which by the way, I didn’t like so much. Redundancy.]

• one thing I wanna mention, I believe it was Gale who mentioned Billy AND stu as killers. Most forget stu, think he was just a lapdog when he was in fact VERY IMPORTANT.

• Anyways. Sam comes across all the robes and knives with the robes and she’s immediately drawn to Billy’s.

• Sam gets her hallucinations back and the first thing Billy says is something like “How cool is this place-” and you can tell by her demeanor she’s unsettled.

• Team Loomis ‼️

• Sam ends up Taking said Robe and knife at the end of the movie to kill the ghostfaces who’re after her because of Richies death

• She doesn’t want to, because then she’s be proving to Billy that she’s a killer just like him. But she needs to survive. She really does.

• She gets a little knife happy, but that’s okay because she’s a Loomis

• TARA is actually the one who gets her to commit the final murder which I think is a slay EBDJSND

• At the very end of the movie, Sam looks at the mask in her hand [Which is billys] and then she drops it. It’s symbolic in a way, showing she’s lowkey kinda over this Loomis shit.

• I LOVE LOVE LOVE this storyline because it shows how Sam grows, and it also gives us a little bit of grey character Billy moment

[Reblogs appreciated, but not forced!] [ @smashlovesscream ]

#billy loomis #sam carpenter #sam Loomis #christina carpenter #scream #scream 1996 #my analysis #this took a while #hope it’s good-#i was focused on three different things writing this #anyways #i really do like them together #but also it didn’t make sense sometimes #but they’re nice #autistic billy loomis

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silentsockfeet · 7 months ago

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my favorite moments from critrole c2 up to e22

marisha’s two nat20s in a row fighting against that monk teacher chick (e004)

fjord’s first dream and then the convo after when he makes his sword appear and disappear in his hand (e005)

when laura discovered the ipads fit in the dice tray (?) and then spent the next two minutes whispering instructions to marisha on how to fold the ipad case for it to fit, with bonus funnies of travis trying to fold it and then giving up lol (e006)

matt saying “the shaft curves to the right” and travis immediately looking to laura who’s giggling to the side while sam just goes “wow.” and then travis going “it normally curves to the left” and sam replies with “not from her perspective” the dick jokes in this show are so great (e007)

laura going from a hilarious explanation of drawing a dead baby manticore to talking to the traveler saying “i know i have friends now but if you want me to be alone so that you’ll be here with me i will” in the must gut wrenching way.. and then the traveler reaching out to her and comforting her i love it laura is so good (e008)

jester bribing that uhh one guy to get fjord a letter for the academy and then getting her backstory laura is just crushing it this ep (e008)

the completely botched bandit burglary (e008)

I AM OBSESSED WITH PUMAT SOL

marisha rolling two nat 1s in a row and dropping the dice down in front of laura and saying “laura put it in jail” (e010)

travis chucking cookies across the table to laura and ashley after they were giving him puppy eyes (e010)

nott trying to steal fjord’s letter and molly catching her (e010)

the follow up where fjord sets a trap for nott to find out why she’s rifling through his stuff and we get a hint of nott’s backstory. sam’s acting during that whole sequence was killer (e011)

nott’s “he’s MY boy” speech talking about how she cares for caleb (e013)

marisha accidentally misgendering nott saying “you caught him stealing your stuff” and sam, laura, and taliesin all going “her!” at the exact same time (e013)

everyone hitting level 4 right before matt banishes them from the table for narrative reasons so they’re all scrambling to grab their gear before leaving and laura just rushes back in going “you don’t roll a d20 for hit points sam!” in the most mom voice LMAO and then matt right after being like “i told y’all not to roll hit points til you get back smh” (e013)

liam saying “here come closer” so everyone leans towards him and right at that moment travis lets out just the biggest burp (e013)

ashley’s little welcome home party at the beginning of ep014 🥺🥺

molly’s backstory just turns out to be the plot of nona the ninth?? (e014)

molly explaining his tats and then marisha pulls out a blindspot reference and says “hey patterson can’t you help with this” LOL (e014)

matt introducing a giant acidic jello cube (???) as a boss fight and then proceeding to make the most uncomfortable squelching sound effects for it (e015)

laura, pregnant: i’m not supposed to have tuna *takes another bite of her tuna mac and cheese salad casserole thing* (e017)

then later matt describing a woman who’s hair grows past “the chest area” and laura goes “hahaha the chest area” and matt’s like “i’m trying to be respectful what do you want me to say!! ‘her heaping bosom’ ??” and taliesin takes her bowl away and says “i think you’ve had enough, it’s making you weird” (e017)

travis rolling THREE nat1s in a row trying to play some fucking carnival game, culminating in yasha and jester chucking fjord across a field (e017)

caleb revealing his backstory to beau and nott and both of them comforting him. i liked that beau was still kind of abrasive with it but still empathetic and nott basically said “it’s not up to me to forgive you it’s up to yourself to do it” (e018)

beau and jester starting a fight in the gentleman’s bar for literally no reason other than because they thought a fight club was cool and then beau going absolutely ham on jester (e019)

caleb casting scorching ray on a troll and nearly killing beau in the process, then liam joking about it later saying “caleb always knows what time it is, but liam likes to burn his friends” and then sam saying “caleb burns his friends too” 💀💀 (e020)

liam’s metal die getting stuck to a magnet and then marisha discovering that her gil die is also magnetic and gets excited by it and then the pop up on the side of the screen changes to say “magnets: how do they work” LOL (e020)

I LOVE KIRI THAT IS MY CHILD

poor laura continuously rolling badly throughout a big fight and getting so upset about it that she has to leave the table yelling “i’m pregnant!” as she storms off 😭😭 bad rolls and pregnancy hormones cannot be a good mix (e022)

and then rolling bad AGAIN after the fight trying to heal everyone and she’s just like half shrieking in anger and travis yells at her THINK OF THE BABY (e022)

laura saying ashley’s little “okay okay okay” and then kiri repeating it later on and ashley watching on like 🥹🥰 (e022)

the pop up on the side of the screen that said “fun with manacles: [redacted]” LMFAOOO (e022)

#last post from my drafts #i want to try and post my favorite moments more so that i’ll remember them #critical role #critical role liveblog

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angelofrainfrogs · 10 months ago

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Going Back: Ch. 16

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Things are looking up for Gregory. After putting the soul of a formerly-immortal killer to rest, he and his new family can finally begin their lives anew. Sure, Gregory might have been cursed with mysterious Remnant in exchange for being involved in this mess—not to mention his caretakers consist of sentient robots and ghosts… But there’s no doubt that the bond they share is unbreakable. They love him, and he in turn.

All in all, life is finally starting to go right for once.

…Unfortunately, true peace is a hard-won battle. There are other things to contend with besides William’s decrepit soul, and Gregory will learn that his role in the lives of the Aftons and Emilys is far greater than anyone could’ve imagined.

Rating: T

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volume of Michael’s work, they’d opted not to pull the hood of Gregory’s new sweater down. Instead the boy allowed his dad to carry him, burying his face in the warm comfort of Freddy’s shoulder so no one would recognize him. Despite his new ‘do, the paranoia that the Smiths were lurking around the corner was too great to ignore until they crossed through the Pizzaplex’s entryway. Dayshift staff had long-since gone home, so it was eerily silent as everyone made their way to Sam’s office. With a hard knock, Michael called: “Sammy! I’m back and I brought the fam—is it okay if they come in for the big reveal?”

There was a few knocking and thudding sounds that seemed to shake the room slightly. Sam was kicking old parts and tools away from the door to throw it open with a fairly excited look in his eyes.

“I've been waiting for you guys! Come on in—he's finished charging!” Sam invited, patting the taller members of the group on the shoulders as they passed through the threshold as if to hurry them along. Charlie pretended to not even know the design already, managing a surprised expression. She let out a low whistle and shoved her hands deep into her pockets as she admired the newest installment to the franchise.

“You've outdone yourself, Sammy. A one-armed drummer is going to be so cool,” she remarked, understanding the reference with the obvious nods to a certain hair metal band in Sam's design of Foxy.

Sammy clapped his hands together, thankful for the positive criticisms. Looking to the rest of the group, he inched towards Foxy and unplugged him from the barebones charging stand. There, he flipped the robot's power switch into the 'on' position and stepped back to watch him boot up.

“Right—test run number one, here we go,” he said, seeing Foxy's bright eyes light up underneath his shut lids.

The fox blinked and looked around curiously, his slow gaze dragging over the members of the group. The faces of each employee already being downloaded into his mainframe, there was no need for most introductions. Though that wouldn't stop the friendly bot from introducing himself. He raised his hook, combing some of his mane from his face as he dramatically scanned the group a second time, personality chip taking hold as he felt a wholesome connection the people standing before him.

“Foxy the Pirate Fox, reportin' for duty!” he finally managed to say with a dramatic salute. The oddest part was his distinctly Brighton accent under the pirate façade, and how similar it sounded to someone else in the room.

Sam's jaw dropped and he immediately looked to Michael. Did he mess with his robot somehow? It’d certainly be a good if annoying prank, if so.

“Oh, no way…” Michael gave a short, stunned laugh. He pressed his fingertips to his lips, which soon curved up in a wry smile. “No effing way…”

Well, he’d managed to avoid triggering any profanity filters, though the close call made Freddy shoot him a sharp glare. This quickly morphed into a look of confusion as he gazed back up at Foxy, remarking curiously: “I did not realize you would be changing his accent, Samuel.”

“Uh, I don’t think he did,” Michael spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew this conversation would go right over the newly-activated animatronic’s head, but he remembered another piece of their weekend adventure they’d neglected to tell the CEO. “So… I think this was my fault—unintentionally!”

Michael was quick to throw his palms up, looking to Sam with wide eyes. “I promise I only messed with your animatronics when I had to! But speaking of that… You know how I told you I was trapped in Freddy’s head, which is how he got all that human sentience mixed in with his AI? Well… there was a step in between Freddy and this android I’m in now.”

Michael gestured to Foxy with ostentatious hands, as if to say ta-da! “I… might have rubbed off on him too, somehow.”

“Oi—” Foxy interrupted, confused by the nature of the conversation happening in front of him. “—be you some manner of imposter? You’ve got me voice, laddie.”

The fox carefully took one of Michael's hands and inspected it with his good eye. He then shook his head, deciding that Michael was fine, though dressed a bit too stuffy for his liking; not first mate material for sure. However, the kid with the mullet was certainly someone worth having aboard his pirate crew. With his entertaining protocols activated at the sight of both Gregory and Mari, he dropped Michael's wrist and waved to the children admiring him from afar.

“AHOY, children! You two must be friends of the good captain Sammy!” he compartmentalized, downloading their faces into his memory banks. The two kids were left giggling as Foxy approached, finding his mannerisms and way of speaking endearing. He bent down low, tail swishing and sweeping the floor as he stared the two down.

“Between you and me, he won't be captain for long,” he whispered theatrically, lifting his eyepatch to wink with his white, unlit eye. “We'll be startin' a mutiny by daylight. Stuff the captain in the brig and take all the Fizzy-Faz and pizza for ourselves! Then we'll rock out on stage and party until the sun goes back down!”

Sam hadn't said a word, taking in the fact that it'd been ONE minute and Foxy was already plotting to overthrow him on top of dealing with the fact that two Michael Aftons may be running amuck in his Pizzaplex. Gregory and Mari seemed pleased, raising their hands to give Foxy a crowded high five. Then, moving down the line Foxy spotted Freddy and saluted him.

“And you! Don't think you can fool a ship-spotter. I may be old, but my eye is as sharp as ever!” He pointed an accusing finger in Freddy's direction before sauntering up to the man, expression softening. “... It's good to see you, Fazbear.”

Though this was their first time actually meeting in the Glamrock iteration, Foxy knew he and Freddy were best mates in a past life. Those special eyes could see what was inside, and his soft spot might be the most surprising thing from the rough and tumble pirate.

“Hello, Foxy; it is wonderful to see you,” Freddy replied with his usual warmth, not hesitating to wrap his arms around the cerulean coat and give his old-yet-new friend a hug. It was brief but poignant, the surprisingly strong squeeze to Foxy’s waist letting him know that even though he’d been powered on not five minutes before, he was accepted into the Glamrock band with open arms.

“The others are going to be absolutely thrilled!” Freddy continued after pulling back, grinning up at the amiable pirate. “I think Roxy especially will take quite a liking to you—though they will all be happy to have you on stage with them, of course.”

“Well, he seems pretty great, all things considered,” Mike murmured, leaning sideways to bump Sam's shoulder. What part of the sea-faring fox’s personality was preprogrammed and what was due to Michael’s temporary residence within was anyone’s guess, though Mike liked to think the amped-up rebellious streak was solely his influence. Laughing as he caught the pale look of mild distress on Sammy’s face, he slipped an arm around the man’s shoulders so he didn’t fall over. “I’ll personally keep an eye on him, how’s that?”

It was a nice gesture on the outset, but the mischievous light in Michael’s eyes betrayed his true intentions—to make a new friend he could get up to trouble with. He might not have met Roxy yet, but Mike knew that together with her old counterpart they’d be an unstoppable force… especially if they roped Monty and Gregory into their antics.

Sam locked a strong arm around Michael in turn. He really couldn’t blame his friend for inhabiting the robot, especially if lives were on the line. He just sighed and told Mike in a half-joking manner: “That’s it—you’re responsible for anything he does.”

Across the room, Foxy was almost mirroring Michael unintentionally, his arm hooked around Fredbear and swaying slightly on his peg leg as he brightened to the thought of all the buccaneers he left in his absence.

“Those poor scalawags!” Foxy replied in a bark of laughter, his thoughts roaming now to their friends. “They must have all been so lost without me! Don’t you worry your fuzzy little head, this band will get whipped back into shape with someone to keep the timing now!”

He couldn’t wait to perform with them again. His skills were so obviously needed—or rather, he just assumed they were. “I’ll be excited to meet the new members of our crew as well! I’m sure together we’ll rock the heads off of our admiring fans.”

“Oh man, Roxy’s going to love him,” Charlie remarked with a laugh. Apparently Foxy was unaware of their names, and he had given Charlie a questioning, sideways glance. “You know… your sister?”

“I HAVE A SISTER?!” Foxy bellowed, eyepatch flipping up comedic ally as his ears stood up to straight points. “Goodness gracious! A little sister!”

Freddy’s heart warmed at Foxy’s obvious excitement. There was definitely a hint of Michael in there, he was sure if it—if the random accent swap wasn’t proof enough, the look of joy at having a younger sibling to care for certainly was.

“Roxanne Wolf,” Freddy clarified with a smile. “She is… well, a wolf! She plays keytar in the band and also has a raceway where guests can challenge each other around the track, as well as a beauty salon. Oh!”

Freddy let out a small gasp. He was getting really excited now, wanting to whisk the fox away right then and there and give him a tour of the Pizzaplex. He managed to keep his feet in one place, though he couldn’t resist gripping Foxy’s arm just above his hook and shaking it slightly.

“I am sure you have information about the Pizzaplex pre-downloaded, but we must give you tour once you are ready!” Freddy continued with a jovial laugh. “Your mental map does not do the place justice… Ah, and you must also meet Monty! His full name is Montgomery Gator and…”

Michael chuckled as Freddy rambled on. They’d witnessed him happy to see an old friend before, but this was a different kind of joy. With Bonnie and Chica, he’d also been flooded with relief—and disbelief, in the rabbit’s case—that they were back in commission and ready to return to all the fun they used to have. But with Glamrock Foxy being a totally new addition, Freddy got to take on the “mentor” roll tenfold and make sure he got acclimated as fast as possible.

“Guess he’s always had that streak in him,” Michael murmured, watching Foxy’s predictably dramatic reaction to the description of a huge, bass-playing alligator. Glancing side-eyed at Sam, Michael nudged him with an elbow. “So is Roxy going to be up and running tonight, too? Because we’ve definitely got to meet her sometime, if so.”

Foxy's attention was pulled constantly by the group. Now as Charlie and Gregory explained the group dynamic and where to bring Foxy first on his official tour of his new home, Sam was already smirking over at Michael. The boss crossed his arms and adjusted his glasses, vision drifting back to Foxy and watching how he interacted with everyone so fluidly—like he'd always been here...

“You'll be pleasantly surprised to know that Roxy's recovered and resting inside her room at Rockstar Row,” he said with some self-satisfaction, feeling he earned the right to be a little smug.

Turns out Roxy was a surprisingly quick fix overall. All of her parts seemed to more or less be pulled apart at the joints. Very little spares were needed, and after a wire-job here and there along with some final touch-ups, she was perfect again.

Foxy had to stop Gregory as he and Charlie ranted about their adventures—not that he wasn't interested, but their talk of the fun they had around the Pizzaplex made him yearn for the same.

“You two are torturing me! I need to see this place!” he said, snatching Gregory up when he strayed too close. There was no worry with Foxy—Michael had made it certain that Gregory wouldn't fear the old character when he had possessed him. Absently, the fox kept Gregory perched and giggling on his good arm. Another thing he wasn't quite programmed for, as parents didn't quite like the idea of the robots snatching up their kids...

“Well then, let us not waste more time!” Freddy exclaimed, though he made sure to pause when he neared Sam and give the man a strong hug. In his ear, he murmured his gratefulness for all his creator had done for them. “Thank you for fixing everyone up, Sam; I really cannot express my gratitude enough...”

“Fred, give him a break before he keels over,” Michael joked with a gentle tap to the redhead's shoulder. It was obvious that Sam basked in the praise, but even more obvious that he was in desperate need of another nap. Michael took it upon himself to hook his arm through Sam's, pulling him towards the doorway with the others. “Right—we'll stop by the Daycare first then head over to Rockstar Row.”

Moon was getting an ample amount of time out and about with the CEO's completely fucked up sleep schedule, that's for sure. As an excitable unit, the group left the crowded office and made a beeline for Rockstar Row, Freddy and Foxy in the lead—with Gregory still perched on his new friend's arm, of course.

Sam was barely keeping his eyes open by the time their group had gotten to the home of the main artists. It took some maneuvering, but the friendly Moon had taken the liberty of meeting both Michael and Sam at the edge where Rockstar Row met the exit to the Daycare. Carefully, the CEO was passed along into the waiting arms of his creation, nearly passed out already. The poor man needed to curl up in the theater room with some cartoons, a blanket and his favorite pillows...

“Oi, take good care of the Captain. He's still got his sea legs,” Foxy said in a hushed voice, mindful of Sam who looked asleep standing up. Mari quickly went inside with Moon to help put Sam to bed and to say hi to her friends, as they’d been sequestered the whole afternoon without her.

“Goodnight, Sam!” Gregory called, waving from on high. Only then did Sam show signs of life, waving lazily to the group and taking his leave.

“We'll make sure he gets a good rest,” Moon assured in his quiet, raspy voice. His head tilted ever-so-slightly as Mari slipped past, but otherwise he gave no indication of seeing the tiny android, his focus solely on Sammy who he'd lovingly picked up to cradle in one arm despite the man's weak protests. They'd have time to play games as soon as he put the nearly-passed-out CEO to bed. With a slow wave of one hand and a low cackle, Moon backed up into the Daycare.

By the time the door closed the group had already moved on, reaching Rockstar Row in a matter of minutes. Michael was pleased to see signs of Chica and Monty moving about in their rooms—now he wouldn't have to go searching the Pizzaplex to check on them before holing up in the office the rest of the night. Unbeknownst to Sophie and all the other staff members, there was a whole level to the gigantic mall that the animatronics could roam to... So far only Monty and Bonnie had been down to the old diner, but Michael didn't doubt the others would find their way into the burnt-out structure soon enough when they learned there was a group of excitable kids just waiting for a chance to play.

It was the night guard who knocked on Roxy's door, slipping between Freddy and Foxy to stand in front of them. He felt like he was probably the best one to lead the charge, as hopefully Sam had been able to upload his employee profile into the wolf's databank just like Foxy's. Now that he was officially working for the Pizzaplex, Roxy should recognize Mike right away...

“Roxy?” he called through the door. The curtains were drawn, so they weren't able to see what the wolf was doing, though she was definitely in there. “It's Michael—new head of security. I wanted to introduce myself and a few others you'll be seeing a lot around here.”

Roxanne had been fairly contemplative at her vanity, going through various metallic paints as she decided which ones to keep and what products for her mane were running low. The knock at the door interrupted her inner monologue and derailed her train of thought. She whipped her head around and called out to the person she recognized as familiar now that his employee profile was uploaded.

“Door's open!” she called, her more approachable demeanor a stark contrast from the outright unfriendly mask she wore when infected with William's virus. Roxy quickly teased at her mane with her claws, trying to prepare herself for people coming in as first impressions were very important to the wolf.

Outside the door, Foxy set Gregory down to wait. He wanted to go last and really think about what he wanted to say to Roxy. Maybe he should wait for First Mate Michael's signal before entering?

Was he overthinking this? Probably. Something in him wanted to impress her, to appear as a daring and lovable big brother. What if she ended up hating him…?

Foxy couldn't think like that! They were made to be family! Surely they’d get along just fine.

Michael strode into the room, immediately catching sight of Roxy at her vanity. Now that the bloodthirsty look was gone from her eyes, he could really appreciate how cool her design was. It certainly fit the profile of a speed-racer with a penchant for always looking her best.

“Nice to officially meet you, Roxy!” Mike told her with a smile, moving out of the way so the others could enter. Freddy was right on his tail, Gregory's hand now clutched in his own. By this point, Gregory was used to meeting the animatronics that'd been hell-bent on his destruction a few nights prior. Still, Roxy's attack and subsequent decommissioning had been pretty brutal—just like the others'—so Freddy took it upon himself to offer whatever small comfort he could. Squeezing Gregory's hand, he grinned at his former bandmate and opened his mouth to introduce himself, but Michael beat him to it.

“Your employee profile database says this is Fred, the new stage manager,” he began, having been through this spiel many times before. Despite the repetition, Michael's voice was measured and calm, unsure how easily Roxy's level of disbelief would be overcome at the human state of her friend. “That's true—but not the whole truth. He's actually your old pal Freddy Fazbear, just transferred to a new body. Check us out with your special eyes if you want—a startling number of us are robots, actually.”

“He is speaking the truth,” Freddy chimed in with a soft laugh, gently swinging his and Gregory's arms as they awaited the wolf's reaction to the news. “It is good to see you again, Roxy!”

Roxy's face was amazingly expressive just like the others—pure confusion took hold as Freddy sauntered inside the room. Well—it was Freddy, but not Freddy?

“Wait, is this a prank? Am I on camera?” Roxy asked, knowing that was definitely the unmistakable voice of Freddy Fazbear without the bear attached. She stood and went to inspect the redhead, noticing the child holding his hand was quick to scoot behind him at her approach. “Freddy?! Why are you a person now? They're not doing this to everyone are they—”

Taking notice of Gregory's fast glare from behind Freddy's thigh, she cocked her head in a confused way.

“...Did you steal a baby, too? What the heck is going on here?! How long have I been out?!” Roxy couldn't help but laugh as all the questions that seemed too ridiculous to be asking spilled forth from her muzzle.

“'m not a baby,” Gregory pouted, looking down and resisting the urge to nervously bite the skin around his nails. It was the first time the urge really hit him since last weekend.

“Ah—I think he needs a bit of space,” Freddy said, first and foremost putting Gregory's comfort above everything else. He took a step back while Roxy simultaneously did the same, not wanting to upset the clearly amped-up kid further.

“He has been through a lot recently,” Freddy added as way of explanation. The statement was vague, yet said all the wolf needed to know for the moment. Bending slightly to run his free hand through Gregory's hair, Freddy kept his smile prominent and his eyes trained on Roxy. “I have adopted Gregory as my son. I could not care for him as I needed to in my old form, and when an opportunity presented itself for me to transfer into this vessel I simply could not refuse.”

“Also, to ease your worries, Sam's not suddenly going to port you into am android, too,” Michael chimed in, a corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk as he rested one hand casually on his hip. He was watching the interaction closely, ready to step in as a barrier between Gregory and his current stressor even though he knew Freddy was perfectly capable of handling things.

“Freddy's a special case. Er, I guess Charlie and I are, too.” Michael's blue eyes flickered to his best friend lingering in the doorway. “Oh, that's Charlie, by the way—I'm sure she'd love to get a makeover sometime. She definitely needs it...”

The last comment was muttered under his breath, although by the look on Charlie's face she heard him just fine. Despite his apparent death wish, his smirk widened at literally offering his friend to the wolves—well, wolf.

Roxy took her time scanning everyone in the room now, her eyes darting between them as they rattled off explanations for their strange states. When Freddy told her why he was like this, she smirked at him. “Oh, Fred, you’re such a softie… That’s really sweet.”

How could she blame him for adopting a skittish kid in need? Hell, Roxy knew that she wanted to whisk away every mistreated kid that wandered through the Pizzaplex. She just never thought they could until now…

Roxy decided it was best not to scare the kid any more than necessary—he’d come to her when he was comfortable. Instead she circled to the only girl in the room, Charlie, who socked Michael in his arm while unable to hide the grin at her friend’s joke. Feeling eyes on her, she stood upright at the inspection Roxy was doling out.

“Her? She doesn’t need makeup!” Roxy said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “But I really can’t pass up the opportunity to give anyone a makeover if they want one.”

“I’ve never really worn makeup before—” Charlie laughed; even when Liz wanted to give her makeovers, it was like pulling teeth to get her to agree. When Roxy grasped her shoulders and scanned her face, Charlie gulped nervously.

“I have 76 potential styles that would fit that cute face of yours! Just let me know—I’m itching to use my new brushes,” Roxy told the girl with a grin and a wink, tail wagging gently behind her.

Slowly, Foxy snuck inside the open door. His sister’s room was pretty cool. Why did she get an awesome pad like this and he had to stay at Kid’s Cove?

Roxy’s ears perked up at the sound of Foxy’s peg leg tapping on the tiled ground. When she whipped around, this strange fox character was sniffing around the stuff on her vanity.

“WOAH! Woah! Hands off my things, big fella!” Roxy protested, dashing over to stop the pirate from touching her hair gel or her perfumes. Foxy looked like a deer in headlights, turning around and stopping Roxy in her tracks as she was once again floored with confusion.

“I’m just lookin’, party-pooper!” he laughed, making Roxy’s head tilt with intrigue.

“What the heck’s going on here?” she asked again, recognizing the animatronic shell as a very familiar structure. Immediately, the concern they were replacing her next shot through her core.

“Roxy, Samuel has decided to bring back some of the older characters,” Freddy piped up, placing a hand on her forearm. The way her tail slowly flicked back and forth showed her suspicion at the intruder and Freddy wanted to assure her there was no threat immediate or down the line for her character. “Remember the mascot for Pirate’s Cove? Well, Sam has revamped him into a Glamrock style!”

“Think of him as your brother,” Michael added, placing a hand on Gregory’s shoulder as if to demonstrate what a sibling bond looks like. The kid clearly wasn’t totally on board with her yet, though Michael couldn’t blame him—that golden stare was intense…

“Foxy will be joining the lineup and staying in Pirate’s Cove for the time being,” Freddy said, already seeming to know the plan without having to ask. “But we wanted to introduce you first before he meets the rest of the band; he was just powered on tonight!”

At first, the air was tense. Like an unstoppable force meeting an immoveable object, the two stood defiantly until Foxy made a slow move. Roxy moved opposite, both animatronics circling each other carefully, two pairs of special eyes raking the other for any reason not to like their counterpart. In a way, it was like watching two dogs meet for the first time.

Then, Foxy side-eyed Michael and Gregory, learning quickly what it could mean to be family with someone. He scooted in closer, invading Roxy's space who passively allowed him to walk next to her.

“Frankly, I don't know what to say other than it's terrific to meet you, Roxy!” He smiled at her, not meaning to put her off by almost touching her things. This seemed to win the keyboardist over, the ghost of a smile pulling at her fang-filled maw. When Foxy hooked his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug, she reciprocated it in kind.

“Yeah, yeah, you're not too bad, either...,” she replied, looking away as she attempted to appear cool and calm about the sudden change.

She had a brother. And now Freddy had a son... Things were different, but she couldn't see a reason to fight the changes.

As the two stopped in front of the glass panel, a flash of purple sped past the viewing port. Bonnie Bunny was scampering through with what appeared to be an armful of wrapped presents and balloons in his arms.

“BONNIE!” Roxy shouted, at the window in a flash as she pounded the glass to get his attention. The scare issued to the poor rabbit had made him throw the presents and balloons into the air, losing the helium toys to the skylights.

“DANG IT, ROXY!” Bonnie cursed, jumping to try and save the balloons before they floated out of grasp, but it was already too late when he regained his composure. “Why'd you go and do that?!”

As Bonnie turned to scold the wolf, he got the full sight of Foxy standing beside his sister, laughing at him. “FOXY! Old boat, you’re here!”

“Oh goodness… alright, everyone into the hallway!” Freddy directed, grabbing Foxy’s hook—carefully—and leading him out first to meet Bonnie. It was far too cramped already in the room, and trying to add another animatronic would only increase the sardine effect.

Once fully in the cavernous museum hall of Rockstar Row, Freddy took his hand back only to throw his arms around Bonnie in a brief squeeze seconds later. The man’s face hurt from smiling so much, but he couldn’t help it. As of this moment, his whole family was here—his old friends were back in commission, and his new ones were as happy as could be in whatever bodies they chose to inhabit, ghostly or robotic.

“What in the world are you up to, you silly rabbit?” Freddy asked, a slight crease in his brow the only piece of his expression that changed as he started picking up the haphazardly thrown presents now scattered on the floor. Michael and Charlie had meandered out in the hall as well, though the guard’s focus was on the balloons far out of anyone’s reach.

“Wonder if Sam will want me to get those down… probably,” he murmured, crossing his arms as he tried to calculate how tall of a ladder they’d need to get. Then a thought occurred that had him snapping his fingers. “I bet one of the kids can do it! Float right up to the ceiling and grab them…”

He glanced at Charlie with a satisfied grin. “How do you feel about being a babysitter tonight? Maybe we can grab the kids and have them help before setting the little monsters loose; I’m sure you can rope some animatronics into helping you watch them while I’m working. Plus I’ll be keeping an eye on you through the cameras, so if you get into any trouble, I’ll know.”

He tapped his temple in both a promise and a warning. Any sign of trouble either towards or from the group, Michael would be on them like a hawk.

Bonnie returned the hug with enthusiasm, head knocking his friend’s ever so slightly until he pulled away to help with the scattering of presents. Some boxes heavy, some light. Others wrapped expertly, and some with a clear smattering of pizza grease on the outside... One noticeably had purple glitter glue closing its paper tabs. The tags on them read GREGORY in various handwriting styles.

Bonnie's guilty expression coupled with his eyes darting around for the unseen boy had the rabbit leaning in to whisper to Freddy. “Monty, Chica and I've been plannin' the surprise party! We were going to put these in your room.”

The excitable bunny was left giggling. He loved parties, and had always been a meticulous planner when it came to these things.

“It's the wee lad’s birthday?” Foxy asked, looking back over his shoulder to where he saw the kid inside Roxy's room by his lonesome. He didn't seem distressed, though. Maybe a tad bit tired as he laid on the ground, alternating kicking his legs up and letting them flop to the ground. If anything, he looked pretty bored.

Freddy sucked in a little gasp, eyes wide and sparkling as he immediately started towards his room with the armful of presents he’d collected.

“Yes, of course you can store things there!” he said in a hushed whisper, urging Bonnie to follow. Oh, Gregory was going to be so happy once this party came to fruition, he just knew it.

It took only a minute for Freddy and Bonnie to slip the presents away, making sure the curtains were closed so the boy couldn’t see the surprise they were cooking up for him. When they returned to the group, Foxy and his new sister were chatting quietly while Michael poked his head into Roxy’s room.

“Hey, kid—time to see your friends!” the guard called with a grin, gesturing for Gregory to get up and follow him. “I’ve got to start my shift soon; Charlie’s going to stick with you guys tonight.”

“I will go with you as well,” Freddy offered, raising a hand slightly. He looked to the other animatronics, explaining to those not in the know: “There are some children staying here with, ah… alternative circumstances. Sam has allowed them to remain with their guardian, though they may not all be in your guest profile list yet. We are going to visit them and see who would like to explore the Pizzaplex tonight—I am sure they will want to meet you both!”

Charlie popped into the room, having agreed to babysit tonight. After all, she was sure Cassidy and Liz were getting pretty fed up with her running around and not playing with them. So, she’d be the one to take the apparently bored Gregory away for another tour of the Pizzaplex with all of his friends. Hopefully, years of being attached to the security puppet's insides rubbed off on her and she could reign in all the kids well enough like Freddy or Michael did.

“You ready to go see Henry and your friends?” Charlie asked to hype Gregory up. At that, Gregory quite impressively pushed off from the floor and bounced up to his feet faster than a blink.

“Man, I thought we were NEVER going!” he said dramatically. With his tablet in hand, Gregory smiled down to the flat screen. “I finally finished that picture for Hannah.”

Bonnie had been curious to see, as he was the subject of the art piece. Carefully, the bunny knelt down behind the boy and looked over the colored sketch of himself holding a guitar.

“Wowee! You made my good side look even better!” Bonnie exclaimed, only adding to Gregory's smug look. He gave the boy a hug—hoisting him up, only to hand him off to Charlie.

Gregory at this point in his life just expected to always be passed around like a ragdoll between his robotic friends. Though it was hardly a bother, especially when bouts of sleepiness hit him.

Charlie walked over towards Freddy and told her brother: “Say bye to Mike and your Dad, kiddo!”

“See you later!” Michael said, giving the kid a high-five. “Remember—any problems, just wave at the nearest camera and I’ll come running.”

“Bye, superstar; have fun with your friends!” Freddy stepped in with a soft smile. Since the top of Gregory’s head was currently piled high with hairspray, his dad opted for pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. He then moved to Foxy and Roxy’s sides, slipping an arm through each of their own as he looked up at them with a bright grin. “Come on, we must go see the others!”

With that, the group parted for the time being. Michael headed for the central security hub, where he was quick to lock the doors and check all vents before settling in one of the swivel chairs. He ran through all the camera feeds, taking note of everyone as he scrolled. Freddy and his friends were now gathered in Chica’s room, where she and Monty were celebrating the reinstatement of Roxy and the concurrent arrival of her sea-faring sibling. A flash of Moon’s red eyes could be seen in the dark theater where he watched over Sam with quiet adoration, occasionally shooing away a cleaning bot that got too close and risked making a ruckus.

And then there were Charlie and Gregory, making their way to the basement where they’d soon disappear from camera view as they traipsed down to the old diner. Once satisfied he had tabs on all those he could, Michael leaned back in the chair with a sigh. Hopefully, tonight would actually be relatively calm… though his hope was minuscule at best.

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At the sound of approaching footsteps Henry had quickly shoved the blueprints on his work desk into the nearest drawer, as was becoming habit. He was never sure if the visitors would involve Michael, and he wasn’t about to take any chances of his nephew seeing his latest project before it was complete. However, to their relief it was only Charlie and Gregory, who the old ghost immediately went over to greet.

“Hi, sweetheart!” A quick kiss was placed to Charlie’s cheek, then Henry chuckled as his eyes fell upon the boy in her arms. “And hi, Gregory—wow, nice ‘do! Very retro. Mike’s work, I presume?”

“How'd you know?” Charlie asked with a smirk. She lowered Gregory down from her hip, figuring she would let the kids all meet and mingle for a moment before taking the troupe of children above. Besides, she wanted to catch up with her dear old dad for a moment.

“Thanks, Henry!” Gregory smiled, not a care in the world as of recently. So far, Gregory had no idea just how actively his foster parents were looking for him—and really, there was no way to explain it in a way that wouldn't stress him out. It was better, in Charlie's opinion, to keep him blissfully ignorant of this fact. He scampered off to the back of the basement by the diner, hurrying to get inside as he knew that was where all of his friends were hiding.

“I'm back guys!” Gregory called, thinking how much easier it was to break into the diner than the first few times he’d attempted. In the darkness of the burned down interior, he saw a shadow creep out of sight.

“Oh my god,” he could hear Cassidy say with a laugh. “What year is this? And WHO did your hair?”

“My brother. Duh, who else?” Gregory asked, flipping the longer back ends of his new style out with emphasis.

“Yup! That’s Mikey’s work, all right.” Evan’s confident voice suddenly popped up next to Gregory’s ear as the ghost faded into existence, and he couldn’t help but giggle at the childhood memories the over-styled mullet brought up. Despite his laughter, Evan was genuine when he told Gregory: “I like it! It’s super rad.”

“Gregory got a haircut?” Hannah asked, peering out from a side room curiously. She took in his appearance with an appraising eye as she walked closer, humming and tapping a finger to her chin. She seemed like an art critic analyzing a piece to see if it was worthy of being in a museum collection or was simply utter trash. After a moment of tense silence, her lips quirked up in a little smile. “It’s cool! How’d you get it to spike up like that?”

In the workshop, Henry grinned widely as he pulled the blueprints back out of their temporary hiding spot. Splaying them out on the work table, Charlie got a firsthand view of just how much progress he’d been making with his latest android.

“Check this out,” Henry told her as their eyes roamed over the multitude of scribbled out drafts. “We’re almost done with the initial design, then I can really get to work! It’s been a little… tough getting a consensus of opinion though.” The ghost chuckled with a soft shake of his head. “Though I’m working with three distinct AIs here, so it’s to be expected… Still, take a look and let me know what you think!”

Charlie overlooked the blueprints with a curious hand, scanning all of the design aspects rather than the mechanical specifications.

“This is a really intricate design—did Ennard pick this out?” she wondered. Henry had a penchant for making the nicer-looking animatronics in Charlie’s opinion, and she didn’t doubt he’d be able to tweak Ennard’s base model into something good.

“For the most part, yeah,” Henry replied with a nod, happy as always to get a favorable review of his designs—especially from Charlie. Flipping back to the first page, he pointed out the original design he’d whipped up. The body type hadn’t changed very much from then to now, as it was the features that’d gone through dozens of iterations, tweaked less and less each time until they'd settled on what was hopefully the final draft pending Ennard’s approval.

“I started out with a base model, but I had a feeling Ennard would want more input on their design than Fred or Mari,” Henry explained, pointing to the original sketch. “Good thing I asked, because they definitely had some opinions! Once we got a rhythm going it’s just been a matter of me reworking the look from our last brainstorming session while they’re hanging with Sun, then tweaking whatever else I need to when they come down for a visit.”

“This is so cool, Dad!” Charlie said with a toothy grin, smiling at the consideration Henry had put into making Ennard feel more comfortable in their own skin. “So—we’re not going to tell Mike who this is, right? We'll just... Let him figure it out on his own?” She knew very well how pissed he might be at first when realizing everyone was helping Ennard slip into society in a way. “I hope he realizes we're doing this because it'll make the chances of them hurting someone else a lot slimmer...”

Henry gave a short, barking laugh.

“HA! Yeah, telling Mike’s out of the question for now.” He sighed, folding the papers back up and arranging them with the newest design on top. “I certainly can’t blame him for how he feels about Ennard—honestly, it’s a wonder he tolerates them well as he does right now. Still… that boy has a big problem getting stuck in the past.”

His face pinched into a grimace, knowing how ironic that statement was coming from a man who’d been making androids of his dead daughter for decades. Besides, Michael’s hatred and underlying primal fear of the amalgamation had been deserved. Too bad no one realized that by the time Ennard stumbled their way into Henry’s mock diner, they’d already come to terms with the fact that what they’d done to Michael was very bad… It was simply the guard’s instinct to slam the vents in their face and shock them with a taser if he thought it necessary.

Now though… Ennard had proven themselves to be trustworthy overall. Did they have some dark, underlying tendencies evolved from their original purpose that Henry was acutely aware of? Most certainly—hence the new body. As Charlie said, hopefully with this human form Ennard’s desire to blend in with society would be appeased and they wouldn’t go looking for alternate routes.

In the diner, Cassidy seemed excited about something other than revenge for once in her afterlife.

“I'm going to get the twins and Liz, then we can head out!” she said, eager to leave and explore with everyone. It sure beat the dour demeanor she normally kept.

“Uh—hey, Hannah?” Gregory cleared his throat, holding up the little digital art board. “By the way, I made something for you…”

Evan sensed that perhaps he should follow Cassidy to grab the others. Gregory had made it very clear to him in a whispered conversation yesterday between just the duo that this picture was specifically for Hannah… and while the image itself might not necessarily be private, the act of showing it to her was. With a lingering brush of his fingers on Gregory’s shoulder for good luck, Evan quietly floated away to follow his old suitmate in rounding up their companions.

“For me?” Hannah questioned, shifting to stand next to Gregory’s side and leaning in close. The red tint to her cheeks deepened as she took in the picture of her favorite animatronic holding his favorite guitar.

“Oh my god, you MADE that?!” Hannah gasped, clenching her fists and holding them up to her chest. The words could’ve been taken as condescending if not for the humongous smile that spread across her face. “Gregory, that’s so cool! Thanks!”

With a little squeal of joy, she slipped her arms around his shoulders and squeezed him in a grateful hug. And there it went—Gregory's ability to breathe, right out the window.

“I'm really glad you like it! I-I wanted to make you something because you're so nice to me...,” he said, managing to give her a fairly tight hug right back to match her energy as he spoke into her shoulder.

It seemed like Gregory and Hannah might never let go of each other. They stayed locked in a hug until the loud voices of the other kids cut through the air, upon which they quickly parted. Hannah let out a small, embarrassed laugh as she needlessly adjusted her ponytail, turning to the doorway as Evan led the group through.

“We’re ready!” the littlest Afton proclaimed, pointing towards the ceiling as if about to lead an army into battle. “To the Pizzaplex!”

Gregory cleared his throat, reluctantly letting go of Hannah. When he rose his eyes to finally meet the group and say hello, Liz gave Gregory a hug next.

“Love the hair, Mini-Mike,” she snickered, making Gregory roll his eyes as he patted her back.

“Good to see you too, Lizzie,” he replied, taking the comparison to Michael in a more flattering tone. He’d never admit it aloud, but in a way the boy had begun to idolize him just a tad. Following Evan's excited lead out of the diner, Gregory posed a question to the group. “Where do you all wanna go first? I'm down for whatever!”

“Ummm… the Daycare?” Evan suggested, knowing that was as good a place as any to start with.

“Oh, looks like the cavalry’s arrived,” Henry commented when the group filed into the room. He raised an eyebrow, noticing that all the kids were together this time. “You’re all going up tonight?”

There was a murmur of agreement, and Henry’s gaze shifted to Charlie. She’d barely gotten a week off and now she was the sole babysitter again… Her dad knew she didn’t mind, though. The look on her face made it clear that she loved watching over the little rascals, regardless of how much trouble they might be. Henry’s expression softened along with his heart—that was his daughter, caring through and through.

“Well, I couldn’t stop you even if I wanted to,” Henry laughed, stepping out of the way and gesturing to the door. “Have fun, and listen to Charlie! Make sure you’re back by dayshift.”

“You got it, Uncle Henry!” Evan sang, hugging the old ghost around the waist before moving to the door and eagerly awaiting Charlie’s signal to go. He couldn’t wait to show Cassidy all she’d been missing!

Cassidy caught up to Evan, instinctively putting her palm against his. She’d started out having to comfort Evan all those years ago, much to her dismay of feeling like she was “babysitting” him. Now, she just really liked his company. Joining hands when they walked just felt natural.

“Is the Daycare as lame as it sounds?” she asked, figuring there was a bunch of dumb baby shit there. Building blocks, toys made for learning versus having fun...

“Do you think we'd go to babytown to hang out if it wasn't fun? There's the biggest ball pit I've ever seen there! Plus it's got these two huge climbing gyms,” Elizabeth explained with a shake of her head, and that seemed to win Cassidy over.

Charlie watched as they started to wander up to the surface, following the lead of both Gregory and Evan for now. She felt safer walking in the back and keeping all of them in her sights. Even if most of the kids were dead, she knew they could still get into trouble...

“I'll see you later, pops,” Charlie said as she gave her dad a quick hug goodbye. An extra squeeze around the shoulders before letting him go, and she was off to herd the flock of kids towards the surface of the Pizzaplex.

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dont-leafmealone · 2 months ago

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My scream (1–5) tier list

I've enjoyed all the movies so far, but there are also clear winners lol. Explanation/further thoughts under the cut 👇

Scream (1996): S tier, no contest. The classic. Hard to surpass. Even going into it knowing certain elements (Stu being one of the killers, for example) I still had a lot of fun looking for clues in the story, and just getting to know the characters; all the side characters felt like people, and not just pawns or npcs who disappeared when they went off-screen (an issue I had with the sequels, especially 3). Scream 2: B tier. Not too good, not too bad; a fun lil sequel. I don't know if the reveal of Nancy Loomis as the second killer blindsided anyone else or if I just wasn't paying enough attention, but it felt out-of-nowhere; and similarly, Mickey was just a little too obvious — for my taste, this obviously is not an objective review and is fully my biased opinion lol. I'd have enjoyed a little more of the solvable mystery element present in the other movies, but it is hard to really stick a sequel (which is, after all, a constant topic in this movie). Scream 3: high end of C for Certainly A Movie. There were elements I really enjoyed, I think having the killer be Syd's half brother be killing out of revenge and the one who put Billy and Stu up to their initial murder of Maureen was a really good choice, I guess I wish there was more buildup (and more focus on Roman in general - which is something that, again, I feel these sequels tend to suffer from. When we only know him as Whiny Director, it's hard to emotionally connect when he's revealed.) The lack of a second Ghostface this time was really surprising, and I had fully expected Angelina to be the other killer (apparently that was the original plan but the studio didn't go for it. In my biased opinion it would've been better if they'd kept the dual-Ghostfaces theme, but I'm no Hollywood writer). Also, Carrie Fisher's cameo was a total delight. Overall I rank this one last, but that doesn't mean I didn't like it.

Scre4m: easily my favorite of the sequels. Only didn't make S tier because I was being a little silly when I made this chart and forgot how much I actually loved this movie. Jill (along with Rory Culkin's character, whose name escapes me, and his beautiful hair) was maybe the closest anyone has gotten to the betrayal and also should-have-seen-it-coming surprise I felt at Billy and Stu's reveal in the first movie. I love when Ghostface is someone we all care about, AND when there's a nice trail of breadcrumbs that's obvious in hindsight but can blindsided you in the moment.

Scream (2022): solid A tier. Sam Carpenter was a delightful protagonist, I love her to death, and the side characters (Mindy, Chad, Wes and Tara especially) are all as vibrant and fun to get to know as the OG crew, but...we barely have any time to get to know Amber, so when she's revealed to be Ghostface it doesn't have any sting of betrayal (like Billy) or any obvious-in-hindsight clues. Richie is more satisfying, especially given how many parallels he has to Billy Loomis, which saves the Ghostface reveal from being a total loss. the moment he started accusing Tara I immediately hoped he was the killer — also, Chad (Says No To Sex) and Mindy (Gay) surviving to the end is a lovely continuation of their uncle's legacy, which is really what it's all about ;)

#scream #scream franchise #scream movies #tier list #horror #leaf.tmi

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krikeymate · 2 years ago

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YESS!! Like imagine Tara and Quinn had a fwb situation and then she reveals herself and torments Tara over always seeming to become attached to the killers! First Amber, then her and leads into the rant about Sam being a killer.

This of course sets Sam off, not because she's been called a killer, but because Quinn had the audacity to not only have sex with Tara which is an immediate death sentence in Sam's eyes but to then betray her and torment her about it?? Sam losesss it

Imagine the heartbreak and anger that Tara would feel for yet again falling into the trap of a ghostface. The trauma from 5 comes back full swing for her in that moment making her so unhinged in the shrine, leading to the very satisfying testing of Ethan's gag reflex haha

And in that moment, as Sam is in the ghostface costume after having her fun with Bailey, she fully decides that there is nothing she won't do for Tara, no one is getting so close to her that she trusts anyone even half of how much Tara trusts Sam herself. Enter vigilante Sam in 7 who is very much ready to elimate anyone who is a slight inconvenience to her sister and her mental/emotional stability.

Sorry this was so longgg haha but had to get it out :)

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Your brain 😍

I literally cannot add to this, you've already got it perfect.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #Quinn Bailey #AU: quinn with benefits

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loquaciousquark · 2 years ago

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4-Sided Dive Highlights - Critical Role C3 up to E43 (Jan. 3, 2023)

What are timeliness and punctuality, really? A construct of the oppressive bourgeoisie, that's what. Regardless, we join Ashley, Travis, Sam, and Liam on tonight's episode. Sam wins host with a natural 20 and immediately misses his spot. The opening schtick requires Sam to read the rest of the prompter as Drunk Jimmy Stewart and watching him struggle with the impression is hilarious in and of itself.

What the Fuck is Up With That? Everyone enjoyed hanging out with the Gorgynei. Travis likes that they aren't all werewolves. He clarifies that when Chetney turned into a werewolf, the Claret Order in that area came to him and said, "This was not a planned thing, so you need to learn to control this immediately or we will end you." People uncontrollably changing and spreading the curse gives them a bad name. What if a werewolf bites a werebear?

Liam would be a were-rat in real life. Sam wants to be a were-eagle.

Everyone loved the fight against Chetney. Travis: "Everyone should have at least one moment in their lives where Matt Mercer leans across the table and hands you a piece of paper that's just instructions to fuck up the rest of the table." It was titled Chetney Unleashed! and gave him 60 extra hit points, the frightening howl, and three legendary actions. Ashley wonders if he'll get there in base character campaign. Liam also loves getting to fight the party, no holds barred. Travis generally feels like the group fights in sync, but in that moment he felt like "I can't read their minds anymore! I'm disconnected from the flow!"

Travis had a tiny plastic werewolf of Wolf Man he used to bring to church with him on Sundays. Ashley is indignant he never named him. "He's a killer, Ashley. You don't give him names." He used to get up early on Saturdays to watch the Teen Wolf cartoon and colored his skin brown with magic marker to simulate fur and taped fake claws to his fingers.

Orym's sword upgraded! He has a tiny bit of additional range and some grasping vine abilities. Seedling: The Wayward Pilgrim.

Everyone is wearing blue except for Liam. Cute!

Travis always gets tripped up when Mercer reveals a secret such as Predathos which he's been building to for years. Planerider Ryn was mentioned in the original Tal'Dorei campaign guide, then had her sanctum visited by the M9 in C2, where Luc got killed. Sam is convinced they're getting into alien, intergalactic stuff for this world now. Liam gets genuinely giddy talking about the intertwining of dunamancy, the mesh net around Ruidus, and the threads of fate.

Liam thinks dunamancy is part of existence itself, but the beacons might be "rabbit pellets" of Predathos shot out when he arrived. Is Predathos Galactus, eater of worlds?

Dani comes on to straighten out lore! Early iterations of the Exandrian creation myth implied that the gods and primordials never got along--while they coexisted, there was always some animosity. Later, with the schism/Calamity, the Prime Deities went to open war against the primordials and betrayer gods in order to protect creation. This new suggestion that everyone fought together against Predathos at some point is an exciting reveal, and that two of them were devoured by Predathos is very alarming.

What is Bell's Hells going to do with this information? They're so new to even interplanar travel that the idea of inter-deity warfare is beyond them.

Sam talks about his conflict between wanting to learn more about himself in Yios and the group's time pressure elsewhere. Everyone laughs at the poor secretary getting bribed, even unintentionally, into helping them.

Liam originally thought that someone got up to the moon ages ago and built the city after it was created, but now he's not sure. Instead, he wonders if it's part of a city which just got chunked up from Exandria when creating the moon in the first place. Dani posits that everyone on the moon is a worshipper of Predathos (Predathans) because since worship gives a god its power, you don't want worshipers of a god-eater running around outside the mesh net, strengthening it on the main continent. If new people have begun worshipping him with flares, occasionally teleporting themselves to the moon, that might be strengthening Ruidus and causing the changes we're seeing that may be making Predathos stronger. Liam is sure that if someone exploded Milwaukee into space, the city would survive.

Sam and Ashley both are desperate to go to the moon. Ashley wonders if they're mining the moon. BASA? Bells Aeronautics Space Administration?

Otohan used to follow the Duskmaven, but appears to no longer do so. Ethedok used to oversee darkness and winter; Vordo used to oversee fate and order. After those gods were eaten, their realms were combined into the fate and death/darkness domains of the previous god of the dead, prior to the Raven Queen ascending.

Liam finds real gambling very boring; the other three gamble for fun. Liam has no interest in getting good at reading people; he'd rather take his $80 and go see a show. Laura apparently loves to gamble (craps, Sic Bo Dragon). Travis is not allowed within a mile of Laura when she's gambling; he's a cooler for her! Ha! Once he came up to her while she was on a hot craps run and the dice immediately threw snake eyes. Ashley has played War at Vegas against the house and lost and won $20 in about fifteen seconds before leaving. Liam would rather buy a Switch.

The Tower of Inquiry! Travis approaches a very dangerously leaning tower. There is no, no, no way this is going to work. AND IT DOESN'T, DOWN IT COMES. Every time he doesn't score the most points in Quiplash, he must perform certain exercises. back to the tower: what genre of video game would your character enjoy? Orym: Soul Caliber. Fearne: The Sims, because she wants to control things. Chetney: Rollercoaster Tycoon. FCG: Duck Hunt or Hitman.

Sam doesn't know if FCG was successful at any of his assassinations and really wants to know.

Ashley pulls a block from the toppled six-inch tower and still almost knocks it over. Character's favorite Broadway musical? Chetney: Beauty and the Beast. FCG: Starlight Express, Orym: Billy Elliott. Fearne: Into the Woods or Hadestown.

Liam's block: Character's favorite reality TV show? (Ashley loves reality TV and and is loving Below Deck right now. "Downton Abbey, but for boats.") FCG: Couples Therapy. Chetney: Bob Ross. Sam: Not Bob Vila? Travis, as Chet: Don't give me that amateur shit! Orym: Ninja Warrior, American Gladiator, MXC.

The Deep Dive! What was the inspiration for Shithead? During character design, he was asked if FCG had a familiar. He thought perhaps he should since he kept shitting on other people's familiars, but once it was designed, he landed back on, "No, I HATE familiars," and gave the character to Matt. "I made this thing, I don't know what it is. Can you do something?" and Matt took it from there.

Liam loves magic after Caleb, so he's glad to have a bit of magic again. Since it wasn't a new/extant sword, he got to pick his own name. He was tossing around ideas of plants pollinating, of seeds being dispersed by the wind over great distances in order to start new life, and landed on Seedling.

In Fearne's eyes, Grandma can do no wrong. She genuinely believes Morri will help them without strings. Ashley didn't expect how much she enjoys actively coming up with ways to make everyone at the table squeamish. Matt and Aabria both helped create Morri--Ashley did have tons of input though. Lots of Fearne also came from ExU--she reflects some of Aabria's playfulness. Liam: "Nana is fucking dangerous." Ashley: "Noooooo!" Liam: "She is at BEST true neutral, right in the middle, and Fearne is her darling little Rapunzel child imp while she is dark, dark, dark and twisted."

Why was Ruidus affecting Chetney specifically? Travis has no idea. He can't tell if Predathos is growing in power or if it's a quality from the consumed deities. Is this a pulse, a harbinger of something to be unleashed? Chetney traditionally only transforms from a full Catha, and he normally maintains control the whole time; this was the first time Ruidus had forced him to change and had caused him to lose control.

FCG wants to do things like smell, love, and taste, so baking is meant to help them understand how taste works.

Block break, gosh dang it tumblr.

Chetney dissing Orym's wolf figurine went about as well as could be expected. Chet was very kind when Orym told him about Will, and he wanted to repay him with something Chetney valued. Liam did order a wooden wolf figurine from Etsy, but it was too good for both Orym's skill and compared to Travis's gifts, and now he feels weird about dragging this poor Etsy seller through the muck, so he's just going to keep it at home.

Ashley couldn't look Marisha in the eyes after a coin flip. She was depressed for a full week. She hated holding their lives in her hands. Having to do that has affected Fearne in a very big way (more protective); she's starting to learn how to experience human feelings. "This makes my stomach really anxious and I don't know why." After talking with Laudna, Ashley isn't sure if either she or Fearne feel better.

It's too early to tell if Chetney's beast is better tamed. Travis doesn't trust Mercer at all.

What's the deal with Imogen's weird fire alien? Exciting stuff!

What did FCG think of the Speak with Dead spell? It's super creepy and gets into soul stuff--if you can just talk to someone after you're dead, what does that mean? "What do I believe? I don't actually know yet!"

Orym, despite his high history, knows nothing about the history of other realms. His history comes from overhearing Exandrian conversations about local issues, not other-planar stuff. Sam: "For the record, I don't just willy-nilly choose which rules to follow or not. I just don't follow the stupid ones. Like luck. Luck's a stupid rule."

Fearne felt incredibly special that Laudna asked her to pass something on to her. Fearne has a fascination with what makes people tick, and getting to work on that with Laudna was special.

It hurt that Chet's original howl went unanswered. Still, Travis liked the metaphor. Alone, not enough; together, we start the party.

Tower of Inquiry: What would be your characters' Smash Ultimates? Boy, this is not the crew for this question. They immediately misinterpret it as to which character they would play. Orym: Princess Peach. Fearne: Bowser. Sam: Lucario, the first name he sees while Googling; Liam suggests Kirby; Sam suggests Rob. Chetney doesn't even try.

A minigame to preface the break: Sam, Name That Staff! He's been given a dossier with names and faces and he's worked closely with all of today's contestants. First crew member: a lovely fellow in teal shorts who's been an editor at CR for over four years. He talked with Sam for half an hour about Donkey Kong at the recent holiday party. Sam suggests: "Dave, or something with a D." Alas, it's Max Schapiro.

Contestant two: a TALL guy who's been a producer on the show for three years. "He burned his crotch while helping you do an ad read bit." Sam: "Eric?" No, no, it's Kyle.

Contestant three: it's Marisha. Just Marisha in a sweatshirt. Sam: "I feel like I should know this one. It's tip of my tongue. I know that you're one of the two women on the show. Two women? Maybe there's only one." Dani: "It's definitely three." Sam: "You're not Ashley, because Ashley's here on the show. It's a trick question. She doesn't work here." Marisha: "You were at my wedding!"

There is a very funny ad over the break featuring Travis and Laura in a straight-to-TV holiday romcom spoof.

Post-Break Shenanigans! Quiplash, for the first time for most of them, it looks like. FCG is desperate for guidance and has been reaching out to the Changebringer for guidance, but if she doesn't answer soon, he might start reaching out to other gods. After the first round, Travis has by far the most points.

Ashley is beyond excited about the potential to visit the Fey Realm and meet Nana. (Oof, I am behind on these, yikes.). After the second round, Sam is in the lead. Travis, as promised by Jenga, runs around the set shrieking like a little schoolgirl. However, he wins the last round and asks a question instead.

Travis was super grumpy after the first game of the M9 reunion because he so immediately lost his orb. He hated that he had to give up the fight.

Caleb in Liam's head is so "gasp, point" about everything going on with the Cerberus Assembly. Liam loves/hates every development.

Our last development: the lights cut out, and when we can see again, we are shocked, SHOCKED to see that the set broom has been broken bloodily in half and has a kitchen knife sticking out of it. Murder? On MY Critical Role set? To be continued, it seems...

And that's a wrap. Is it Thursday yet?

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